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of us helped.  Finally, Grace regained her wits and swung the bathroom door open against the wall.  The hinges screamed out and I heard a crack against the wood as the metal door slammed into the wall.
    I sent a thought to Grace, so we would not alarm Lynn.  “When did a coffee shop start serving alcohol?  I know that was wine I saw in their glasses.”
    “It’s an afterhour’s thing,” she replied telepathically.  “Some stores serve wine and beer after 8 pm.  Chill.  It’s probably not the same wine Steve had.”
    “But if it is,” I mentally lashed back.  “And these people are stammering zombies when we walk out of the bathroom, I’ll have my proof, right?”
    “Agreed,” Grace whispered as she shoved me into the bathroom with Lynn.
    After we had changed into our black t-shirts, matching jeans and boots, Lynn talked Grace into wearing makeup for the occasion.  What occasion that was, I didn’t ask.  I was laughing at both of them.  The heavy application made Grace’s eyes looked like she had a raccoon mask on.  “Don’t you think that’s too much?” I asked as I finished lacing up my boots and looking around for my gas mask and sword.  “Do we really need these tonight?”  I held up my gas mask and my twenty-inch samurai sword.  Pulling out the blade to examine the sharpness, I realized it was fake.  “This isn’t even real?”
    “Of course it’s not, silly,” Lynn laughed.  She motioned to Grace to look at her artistry in the mirror.  Grace gave Lynn a fist bump, meaning she had done an excellent job.  Both turned to me as if I was the next one to be painted on.
    “Did you expect us to be able to buy real ones?” Grace asked, smirking at me.
    “I guess I did,” I mumbled.  “At least the gas masks are real.”  I forced a smile on my face.
    My phone rang and I dropped the sword.  It hit the ground and the clatter of the plastic made me flinch.  The blood thirst was sneaking its way into my brain again.  I gritted my teeth as I answered the phone.
    “Rayea?”  Blick’s deep voice reached out to me.  Instantly my body relaxed.
    “Hey, how are you?  You guys back already?”
    “That is why I am calling.  I have been detained.  I am not coming back.”
    The serious tone in his voice sounded odd.  All our calls while he was away had been far more compassionate and caring.  We joked.  We laughed.  We would talk for hours sometimes.  Even the early hour in the evening seemed unusual.  Why was he calling me this early?
    “What do you mean?” I asked.  “You aren’t coming back?  Not right away, right?  You don’t mean ‘never coming back,’ do you?”
    My head swirled with uncertainty and confusion as the blood thirst forced its way into the front of my thoughts.  My fangs flashed out and I wanted to scream into the phone.
    Both Lynn and Grace drew near me and motioned for me to sit down on the closed seat of the bathroom toilet.  I waved my hand at them, suddenly very annoyed at everything around me.
    “Blick, are you there?”  I hoped my voice sounded strong, yet polite.  “What are you talking about?”
    And that’s when he laid it on me.  His words reached out across the phone lines and cratered me in the face.
    “I think we need to cancel the wedding.  It is not going to work, you know?  We are just too different.  I hope you understand.  I want to move on and focus on my work.  I know you will understand.  Be happy and prosper.”
    The line went dead.
    As I sank to the ground, Lynn and Grace rushed in to comfort me.  I could not speak.  I had no idea what had just occurred.  I was in shock.  Tears streamed down my face and their images blurred before me.  I felt Grace’s fingers touch my temple.  She read my thoughts and I didn’t resist.  I didn’t want to repeat the totally foreign words Blick had used to break up with me.  Who does that? I thought.  Be happy and prosper?  What the fuck?
    “Help me get her up,”