Emi stood in the kitchen.

She stood there for a long time.

She wondered what to make for George as an apology.

"You should make those cinnamon rolls again."

Emi turned to George's sleepy frame, that was occupying the door frame.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Okay."

George sat lazily at the island, watching her as she got to work.

After a few minutes, he diverted his attention away from her careful baking skills to his phone, which he pulled from his pocket.

He scrolled through his social media, checking his Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

There were plenty of comments to keep him occupied.

Frank and Pink Guy were definitely sky rocketing.

He was going to bring in some other characters in the future, but for right now he wanted to focus on getting a personal album done and published.

He'd decided when he'd first started working on several of the songs that the album would be called Chloe Burbank Vol. 1

He would never give anyone a particular reason why it was that name, but he knew that that's what he wanted it to be called.

He was only broken from his fix on his phone when Emi set a cup of freshly made hot  chocolate in front of him as gently as she could.

Had she been any more quiet, George would have forgotten that she was even there.

He'd forgotten where he was  for a moment, there.

"Thanks," he said, picking up the mug and blowing on the hot liquid before taking a small, cautious sip.

She nodded.

'How did we get here?' the two thought in unison as they sipped their hot cocoa in the all too quiet kitchen.

'How the hell did we get here?'