Harley drank what she always drank. Pop. Caffeinated. Not that she needed the extra energy or anything. But the buzz was good. Sometimes it came with the little crazy straws. Her collection at whatever passed for home this week was getting big. And colorful.

"No. I don't know. What happened?" Harley chimed in, leaning over on Ivy's shoulder. She was so horribly out of touch.