She lays her head on Kit’s chest and sob’s into Kit’s gown, “Please be ok, please…”

After a while there is a knock at the door. Dr. Sutton quietly enters the room.

Dr Sutton: “Ms. Porter, perhaps you should go home and try to rest. Kit’s going to need you tomorrow.”

Bette wipes her face, “Yes, doctor.” She solemnly leaves the room as Officer Whitfield approaches, “Ms. Porter, are you ok? Look you’ve had a long night. Why don’t you just come by the precinct tomorrow and we’ll discuss everything then.”

Bette agrees that it’s been a long night. All she wans to do is feel Tina’s safe arms wrapped around her.

Officer Whitfield: “Here’s my card. Give me a call in the morning ok?”

Bette: “OK”

Bette slowly makes her way downstairs. She finds Tina and let’s herself fall into Tina’s arms.

Tina: “Let’s get you home, baby.”

The Next Morning……………………………….

Tina wakes Bette up around 7:30 am.

Tina: “Babe, are you going to work? If not you need to call.”

Bette:(sleepily) “I know…..but I’ve only had like two hours of sleep.”

Tina: “I know, but you need to make your plans for the day. Then you can sleep a few more hours.”

Bette reluctantly sits up and reaches for her cell. The phone rings twice before James answers, “Good morning. Thank you for calling the office of Bette Porter, Director of the CAC. How may I help you?”

Bette: “James, it’s me, listen I’m not going to be in today. I’ve had a family emergency. With the show’s opening out of the way it should be able to care for itself for a day. Forward any important calls to my cell.”

James: “Uh, ok, is everything alright?”

Bette: “Yes, James, I’ll be in tomorrow.”

James: “Ok and if Franklin asks….”

Bette: “If Franklin asks, tell him exactly what I’ve told you.”

James: “Sure thing.”

Bette: “Thanks James.”

She drops her phone on the nightstand and collapses onto her pillow. Tina snuggles up to her back and they fall into a deep sleep.

RING! RING!! RING!!! RING!!!! Bette opens her eyes and looks around trying to remember where she is. RING!! She is trying to discern what the god-awful noise is that disturbed her sleep, as she focuses in on the clock. 10:30am. The phone rings two more times before the caller gives up. She lays there stretching and yawning. Tina is still fast asleep. Bette stares at the ceiling, willing herself to get up. Just then her cell begins to vibrate and slides itself off the nightstand. She leans down to the floor and picks it up, “Bette Porter.”