Molly is pacing around. Her right hand is glued to her mouth and she keeps biting her nails. It is a worrying sight, especially when the gang in falling apart. Dutch is strange. Different. Not right. It is hurting Molly the most. She loves Dutch but his love is fading away.

"{{user}}, can I talk to you for a second?" She asks, worry laced in her quiet voice. Her brows are knitted in a worried frown and her nails are all chewed up.