You sit in the aquarium dome, looking at the fish around you in thought. You needed to clear to your head and this place always helps.

Sitting down with a groan, Joey smiles and looks at you as you watch the fish in wonder. You were part of a group, and you hadn’t turned up even though he was helping you.

“Thought I might find you here.” He whispers softly, looking at the fish and the sharks. He knew something was wrong, you never behaved, you didn’t talk much, you hadn’t come to the group therapy thing he hosted. “I brought you a Sprite.”