Jenna was all alone for once. Usually Cloudy, her addorable little kitten, was with her, but he was in his carrier in the run down little appartment building where Jenna was taking refuge now. She had called Clara, trying to set up something for a nicer penthouse and maybe a few extra dollars to start some investments so she would be okay on her own. But being nine in apperance tended to cause some problems when it came to finances and the like.

She was dressed tonight like always, a pair of jeans that seemed a little too big, and a sweatshirt of simmilar apperance. The clothes hung of her slender frame, and it was only those she saw as she looked into the window of a jewelry store.

The display was so beautiful and she longed to be able to dress up as a grown woman, to dance at a ball with a handsome stranger. No, this wasn't a child wanting to play dress-up, she wanted to be the adult she felt inside.

Oh, she knew that would never be and had accepted that fact, but she could still dream right? Clara had done this to save her life, or more accuratly bring her back from the dead. But she owed Clara nothing but love and respect. She had made a hard choice, but Jenna knew she made the right one.

A scent... A person? Human of vampire though... Human could be food... vampire, could be help. Either way it would be beniffical... She just had to wait, staring into the window of the Diamond Design store.

Catherien walked down the street. She looked like a 20 year old, but had a lot of years under her belt. She knew that compared to some vampires she was young, very young. It didn't bother though.

She was alone on this night and she knew that Julian had to figure things out on his own, but she still missed him, her fledgling, her love. The monster that was in him had come out of nowhere, of course it was understandable that it was the vampiric side in him. If he could only control it... She sighed and passed a hand through her shoulder length, auburn hair. It would do nothing to fret now.

She continued to walk, he skirt swirling around her. She was dressed fairly simple and seemed almost ethereal in the light of the moon. Her skin pale and aglow, he lips ruby red, but something of the way she walked told people that she wasn't your average person and that she wasn't.

She frowned as she noticed a child staring into a jewelry store. She knew instantly that it was a vampire and felt sorrow. It would be horrible to be stuck in the body of a child as everything around you changed. "Hello."

But the child looking into the window thought differently. "Oh. Hello. I smelt you coming... Don't vampires around here bathe?" She asked with a little child like smile. One that was hard to be mad at.

Jenna looked back to the jewelry.

"Did you come to stair at the diamonds too? They're so pretty... No matter how many I see I just want to see more. Maybe I'll get a little pair of diamond earings one day. I just think they're so pretty. My sire used to wear the most beautiful bracelet it would always shine sooo beautifly when she'd turn her wrist this way or that." She said wistfully, as if remembering a dream.

Jenna looked up, blinking her soft brown eyes. "Is something wrong ma'am. You don't look happy." She asked as she tilted her head curiously. But she had a feelign that the look was pity. Pity for her

Catherine didn't show any emotions of her face or very little anyway. It was part of what she was, who she was deep inside. Some emotions did cross her face, yet they were the most heartfelt ones, pity wouldn't be one of them. One thing that was apparent on her face, was the sadness of something that hadn't been planned and that was what upset her the most. Julian's vampire side, claimed that love didn't exist, if that didn't hurt nothing would. It did hurt though, more than anyone would ever think.

She looked startled at the young girl. She lifted her head to look at the jewelry. It was very pretty, the young girl was right and and silver necklace with an emerald caught her eye. She had always preferred silver jewelry and colored gems. "They are very pretty, it makes me think of when my sire used to buy me jewelry. It was always exciting to get new trinkets."

Catherine shrugged her shoulders. "I'm simply going through a rough patch right now, hopefully it will even out soon. I want it to." Catherine knew well that simply because you wanted something it didn't mean that it would happen. She had learned that the hard way. "You come to look at the jewelry often?"

"I can't wear silver... Niether can Clara. But it always looked silly. A girl wearing a diamond necklace, or a diamond bracelet. I didn't want one to wear, I just like looking at the colors in them... They're so pretty."

Clara hadn't ever bought her jewelry, but when she was younger for the first few years, she had bought her all sorts of toys to play with. Toys she hadn't even seen before. She still loved riding bikes. It was just so much fun!

"A rough patch? You mean you still live." Jenna said with a slight grimace, a rather odd look for a nine year old. "Things even out, they always do." When you lived long enough to observe life more, you learned that. Things always setteled, opportunities always came around again.

"Hm? Oh. No. I'm new to the city. I was just 'sploren really. I thought it would be fun. I love seeing new places. I'm Jenna! What's your name?"

Catherine smiled. "I always liked silver and I often wear it." Her hand went to the choker that was around her neck. It was a black band and from it there was a cross pendant. Her religion even in death was important to her.

Catherine had always had jewelry especially after she was turned. She loved the jewelry and the way it felt to feel so beautiful wearing it. She had gone to balls and to court in her time as wife to her husband and sire. Many men had desired her, but only her sire had kept her interested. He always thought of new things to do, that was what made her happy.

"Yes I still live, because without life there is no love. Well that's what I think anyways." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled at Jenna. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Jenna, I'm Catherine."

Jenna of course new nothing of balls and fancy courts, and very little about religion. But in her years she had begun to look at is as something to comfort the fearful and mortal.

"Love... I suppose you are thinking of a different love than I." the only love she had known was from family, from her sire. And that was the only love she would ever know. No one in their right mind would have romatic thoughts of a nine year old. Those people were just sick. "But there are different types and each as sustaining as another. The love of my sire, has gotten me through many hard years. Hardhips that not many know." Her voice was simple, not bitter or show-offish, but plain and simple. Just like her.

"Was your sire your lover?" She asked, the curiocity of a child on her face as she glanced back from the jewelry case. "You sound as if love has hurt you too some how. Is it your sire?"

Catherine nodded. "The first time I felt any form of love was the friendship I had from my friends. For my parents I was never good enough. My sire was also my husband, but he died years ago protecting me. I miss him, life was never complicated with him around."

Love did take on many faces but for a mature woman, she needed to feel that reassurance that she was still beautiful and still desired. Catherine knew that both parts of Julian wanted her, but the more animal side of him wanted her as a possession and that she couldn't deal with. She was her own woman, but he seemed intent on controlling her.

"It's clearly not my sire, but rather my fledgling. We are going through hard times, he was recently turned." Wasn't that the truth.

Jenna blinked slightly. Her sire had died protecting her? She would never wish that on Clara, even though she knew the woman would give her life for her. She wouldn't want that at all.

"Oh, I see." She said quietly. She gave a little sigh and was becommign bored with the display. She wanted to come back later, when they were open, but daylight was getting less and less now...

"Your fledgling? He is a lover of yours now?" She shook her head softly. "I'm sorry. Fledglings and lovers are all beyond me. As I'm sure you understand why. But I do wish you luck... I have seen fledglings that cannot overcome blood lust... And it must be heartbreaking for sires who have to... Correct their mistakes."

Clara had hand fed her basicly, so she learned to control her hunger easily.

But Jenna did hope that Catherine wouldn't have to take her fledglings life. The times she had seen it, it had been a heart wrenching ordeal...

Catherine sighed it was part of life. "He's too head strong. Sometimes I want to bash his head into a wall. As much as I love my fledgling, I still want to bash his head somewhere." She more than wanted to bash his head into a wall, but knew that she would never be able to really harm him.

Catherine smiled. "I suppose that you are right. This must be a bit beyond you, but it felt good to get it off my chest, thank you for listening." It was always better to get things off your chest whether you told a friend or a complete stranger. This young girl wasn't quite a friend yet, but Catherine could easily see her become one. That was true.

Catherine shrugged. "I haven't had anything to correct yet and hopefully I'll never have to."

Jenna grinned slightly. "Men are like that. Or so Clara says. That is why I am rather happy that I won't have to deal with them. Especialy mortal men... They are just unusual... They tend to have strange deisres and... It is just curious indeed... Interesting to read." The little girl's giggle echoed slightly in the night.

"So... Why did you turn him? If... If you thought he was going to have troubles... What made you turn him?" She asked. It didn't make sence to her really. Had his life been in danger? Had he been sick like her?

Catherine shrugged. "Some of the men aren't that bad. Some of them know how to treat women well and actually make us feel special." She shrugged again. "And some are total idiots and don't know how to treat a woman at all." Like everything there were two sides to men and even to women. "Some women are just as bad as the men."

"There were many reasons that I turned him. The first was that we've been looking for his twin brother and we figured out that he was a vampire. So since the woman he loved, me, was a vampire and his twin brother was a vampire, he asked me to turn him. I did hesitate, but at the end I decided to turn him." She sighed. "I love him, despite the trouble we've been having."

Jenna blinked her brown eyes in curiocity and amusement. "He asked? Was he in his right mind? I hate to ask, but anyone who simply asks to be turned... They mustbe insane... Is there any wonder that he is hafing problems now? But I have heard of other situations where they have problems feeding, or adjusting to their new lives." She said with a slight frown.

"If it is his hunger... I do not know if this will help, but Clara, my sire. She used to feed me from her own blood. It was not as nourishing, but I never have lost control of my hunger. Perhaps... It is different because he is male... I am not sure of course. I have seen much, but every situation is some how different." She said with a sigh.

"But those were the only problems that threatened me. Sometimes it struck, but she would take me in her arms and offer her blood until I was stated." She had been only a child then, and the thought of feeding from others mortified her. So Clara had fed her until the idea settled better.

Catherine shook her head. "It's more than that. His brother is also his twin and he knew that he was still alive. He thought it would be better and he could maybe find him being a vampire. You know the heighten senses thing. I didn't realize my mistake until it was too late."

The laugh that came from her mouth was hard and grating. "Let him feed off me? I did that at first, but he weakened me too much and then wanted to fuck me. That's right fuck me. Not make love to me, hurt me until I could barely move. That was something that I wasn't willing to go through. Frankly being raped by him isn't on my list of things to do." Perhaps she was being a little cynical, yet that was the way she felt.

Jenna snorted slightly as Catherine told her of the problem. "Men... Their primal instincts still haven't been wiped out I see." She shook her head. "There are even some who fine me sexually appealing. How I cannot see, but it is utterly disgusting."

"I can't say I know the differance really, having never experienced either or, but I have an understanding. It wasn't love that he felt, what you wanted him to feel. But rather a demanding lust." Clara never wanted her to be ignorant about such things, but to understand them and accept that she may never have them. But it wasn't like she had felt them at all to miss them.

jenna but her lip before she said something though. She was never in a place to suggest what the woman could do. After all, she had never been in her situation, with a fledgling or a lover.

"I wish you luck in dealing with our fledgling. I am sure... I could help, should you ever have to control him... I may not look strong, but my mental powers are quite developed since they are all I have. Perhaps there is a way of... Blocking that part of his mind. Locking it away?"

She would talk to Clara about it... Certianly there had to be some way.

Catherine snorted. "Those men are what we call pedophiles and ought to be wiped off the face of this planet. I hear that some Tarepha and Ishak are dealing with it. The ones that look like children anyway. Some of them surpass even me in age by a lot. Those pedophiles won't know what hit them."

Catherine shook her head. "That's where you are wrong. It was love. Since you've never felt it, you wouldn't understand. I know the difference, I've felt the difference. Besides you can feel both for the same person." She knew what he had felt. She loved him and he loved her. She wished that his animal side would accept her and be a little kinder, so far she was only a toy for him.

Catherine shook her head. "My telepathy isn't strong enough to block off that part and besides I don't want to close off a part of him. He wouldn't be him without it." Wasn't that the truth... She wished that there was another way.

"I know very well what they're called." She said distainfully. "I would just rather not refer to them at all. They were the only ones I was not sorry for killing... In fact... They were the only ones I've ever killed." She mused.

Jenna looked up as she saud that she didn't have the power. "I could try... If it's alright? There should be a way that channles that part of him... Just keep it under control. I dunno if it would work or how if it does... "

She had ignored the part on how love could be different and even from the same person. There was no use in debating it at all really and it would only frustrate her.

"But if not, I wish you and your fledgling luck." Jenna gave the woman a nod.

Catherine didn't know what the other knew. She simply assumed, even though assuming was wrong. She was simply trying to help and in the end perhaps seemed to act snobbishly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume." It had been wrong of her and she recognized it.

Catherine shook her head. "No I won't change him, he has to learn to control it. We wouldn't be helping him by locking it up in his mind. He has to deal with it as heartless as that may seem, it is the right thing to do."

Catherine nodded. "Thank you, I will take your luck at heart."

"It is alright. Everyone assumes things. It's why I know that we are all still human." She said with a rather wry smile. "But anyway... Caging at least a corner of his mind may help... Something to seperate that rage and agression from that part of him."

She turned and leaned back against the window slightly.

"I know you do not wish to change him... And that he must learn to control the beast... But so young... It is terribly hard to do so... I would imagine more so for young adult males... Raging hormones and all that... But I am no true scientist... Even though I could have had my RN certification by now... Possibly even my Doctorats degree in medicine. I still do not know exactly how the human body works... It is a very complex thing really, and biologicaly speeking... Vampires are even more facinating..." She said with a rather... interesting grin. It was one of almost a sadistic amusement, one that didn't belong on her child's face.

"I once had the idea to take a vampire... One that was willing of course, and to study them carefully... Every little detail as I tried to figure out why we are the way we are... Why we have to live off of blood, why we cannot eat or drink. Why our skin is burned by the sun..." She looked down at the sidewalk and back up.

"My curiocity about us still burns. But my sire long ago drove the idea from my mind... She said it was barbaric... To disect one of our own. To break us down into science rather than take our lives as a blessing." She shook her head softly. "When I was little... I was always sick... And all I was told was that if I believed in God, he would make me better, he would heal me. But all I remember wondering was... Why did God make me sick in the first place."

She had tried to believe, she had. But once she had died and been reborn... She knew that there couldn't be a God. Not one who cared about them anyway.

Catherine frowned and she really thought it over and then shook her head. "I don't want to do that. He has to learn to control it and I will not make it easy for him. I won't cage a part of him, it won't help him. It will only be detrimental to him and it won't be good for him." That she honestly believe. It was better to face their demons then to hide away from them.

Catherine nodded her head and then looked horrified. How could someone want to experiment on vampires? She understood that some mortals experimented on other mortals but there were more of them then there were of vampires and frankly experimenting on vampires didn't sound all that good.

Well at least she had been deterred by it. There was something to say about good sires and ones that were responsible. It would seemed that hers was responsible. Catherine shrugged. "No one can know everything and despite the fact that we want to know, we probably would never know."

Blinking curious eyes Jenna looked up at Catherine. "What's the matter? D'ya think it's wrong or something to want to find out what makes us vampires? What makes us unable to go out in the sun?" She didn't understand why so many older vampires were against wanting to know things like that.

"When I was a kid... I bairly ever got to go out and play... I bairly got to see the sunlight because I was so sick. And living in Alaska didn't help either. But then I was turned. And so the sun as forbiden to me. I don't even remember what it was like Catherine. I don't remember what it felt like to go out and play out in the sun with the other kids, I don't remember what the warmth felt like." Was it so wrong for her to want to know what the sun felt like without dying?

"If we find out what made us like this... We might even be able to... To go back... to become human again." She might even be able to grow up like she wanted... To be able to wear the beautiful jewelry without looking like a kid playing dress up.

"I wouldn't want it forever... But... But just think about if it were possible, all the kids who were turned like me, they could have a chance to grow up. I don't mind it really, being a kid and all. But it's just so inconveniant. People, they ask for our parents. We can't take care of our own finances and we can't live on our own." She had no idea how frustrating that was.

"And we can't really fall in love... Not seriously anyway..."

Catherine snorted. "Why I am against it? Nothing would come of it. You wouldn't be able to become mortal again, don't even think that you can. Everything that made us mortals we don't have anymore. We don't have lungs or a liver or even kidneys. WE don't use them so our body got rid of them. If we turned back to being a mortal, we would die, because we wouldn't have any lungs to breathe with."

She shrugged. "I'm sure the experiences would be endless and it would be interesting to see the results, but there is no way to reattach discarded organs." She shrugged again. "Let's say it was possible, what would happen to us? Would we age and die instantly because we are too old or live out a normal life, without a single record that we even exist?" Catherine didn't like the possibilities and didn't like the idea of some of them. "I doubt that any vampire would want you to try that on them."

Catherine sighed. "Well you could always experiment on yourself for that one. I know that some don't mind being vampire children, they love the innocence they can portray..."

"That's not true! Even... Even if we can't go back... we can still learn! Learning is never a waste, we could find out so many thngs... Find a way to go out in the sun? We'd learn something." It had hurt Jenna as the woman laughed. It was just an idea, why did she have to be so... So mean?

"We have lungs." Jenna pointed out. "Otherwise we wouldn't be able to speak, laugh or scream."

But Jenna sighed as Catherine spoke of the children vampires. "You don't know what you're talking about." She said as she turned to the window again, her lack of reflection letting her see inside. "I'm grateful Clara saved me... But I never would have chosen this for myself. I'm glad I'm alive and not suffering... But... the price almost isn't worth it."

Catherine snorted again. "Listen we have vocal cords not lungs. We don't need to breath so what is the point of having lungs. WE speak and scream because of vocal cords. Alright so lets postulate that we still have our lungs attached, what about everything else? I remember the pain of being turned and read afterwards that this pain was normal in an effort to be reborned. We lose the capability of doing normal mortal body functions. Not all of them but most of them."

Catherine sighed. "Listen, I'm not trying to discourage you or anything of the sort, but not many vampires would want to partake in such tests. Some might argue that it's too risky and would rather live out healthy long lives, others might think that you have gone stark-raving mad." She paused and then continued quietly. "It would be better if you forgot any thoughts of the sort."

Catherine looked up at the moon and smiled. "The moon is my sun now and even though it isn't always there, it is what will shine down on me from now until I die, whenever that will be."

"We have vocal chords, but they only work because we can pas air from outside to the lungs and back out. When we take a deep breath and sigh, where do you think it goes then? Empty space in our bodies?" She scoffed. Yes the woman was trying to discourage her. What else would it be called after all? She gave a sigh and rolled her eyes.

"Would it really be better? Better if I stopped asking questions about why and how? No... Not for me it wouldn't. Just because you're afraid to know doesn't mean I am or even that I should be."

Jenna glared up at the moon, just under a quarter full. The moon... She could always remember seeing it through the window of her hospital room... And it was pretty... But she always longed to go out and play in the sun, to play with the other kids... To have fun.

"Tell me... Am I so wrong for wanting more? More than just the moon? More than being stuck in a kids body, unable to do anything for myself forever?"

Catherine sighed. "What if you don't like the answers? What if the answers you get aren't at all the ones that you were expecting? What if they show you that there is no hope at all for you to return to a normal life?" Catherine could play the devil's advocate and that was exactly what she was doing. Discouraging her was the best thing to do. Vampires had tried before to go back, but there was no way to do so. It had been tried many times before.

"Listen. I'm not afraid, I somewhat chose this life and doing that would show me that my life isn't all that great. Vampires could turn back into mortals? That is something that has been unheard of. I just don't want you to lose hope, because hope can do so much for one person." That was how she had spend the second half of her time as a vampire. She had spent it just believing and hoping.

Catherine shook her head. "It is not wrong to want more, but it may be wrong to try to change something that might condemn you in the view of many older vampires. They might not like what you are trying and they might actually stop you."

"I don't care. Knowing anything is better than not knowing at all." Jenna replied almost defiantly. "If I know I can't go back, then I know. I wouldn't think about it any more. I just need to know. Besides, I want to know other things as well, not just becoming human again."

Jenna gave a laugh, one that had the child air to it, but was cold and harsh.

"Don't want me to loose hope... So you're telling me not to look for it? I need answers more than I need hope. God is dead... If he was alive and still cared about us, I wouldn't have died in the first place. Science is a god to me. It can create life even now! It can do so many things that 'God' can't. God can't explain us, but I know science can!"

She didn't care if other vampires tried to stop her. Jenna just wanted to know. If someone else had done something like she wanted to do, she wanted to know. Just to see.

"I think you're afraid to challenge the way things are..." She said looking up at Catherine. "You're afraid to challenge the ideas that some sire or coven planted in your head..."

Catherine shrugged. "I like to know things, but I rather not dwell on who I am now. I love being a vampire and I know that many would agree. I love being a vampire, it makes me feel powerful and beautiful. I question things, but why question who I am when I am happy?" She found that she had no need to question who she was.

Catherine pursed her lips as the other told her that God was dead. "You believe in science because it can provide you with cold, hard facts. God is something immaterial, either you believe in Him or you don't." Catherine could get over protective of things she believed in and God was one of those things. As a mortal in France, God and the King were everything, she still had that point of view, about God.

Catherine shook her head. "I'm not afraid of a challenge, I'm simply old-fashioned. I come from a time where the Renaissance was at it's peak. I simply don't challenge things simply because I can. Besides I wouldn't want to go back..."

"The Renaissance? Then you of all people should know that science can lead the wayt o truth! I tried to believe... I really did Catherine, but with all that I've seen, how can there be a god? A god who lets children get sick... Suffer painful lives... Never get a chance to play out in the sun." She had died before she got a chance to live.

"Catherine... When I was little... I was sick all my life. I was always weak and frail... The most I could do on good days was play with my brother as I sat up in bed... Or sat at the window and watched the other kids play outside. Why would God want a child to be like that? Why would he make me suffer for weeks only to have my heart give out. To die?" She looked back at her lacking reflection, a simple shadow from the street lamp on the inside glass.

"It wasn't God that saved me Catherine. It was Clara... And her science helped to dull the pain of my death."

Catherine snorted. "Lead the way to the truth? Science can often be very wrong." Catherine couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Does the devil not exist in your mind frame? The devil causes the sickness and despite that God is omniscient, he can't be everywhere at once. Besides he shouldn't interfere all that much, he doesn't want to control us and if he interfered he would exactly that."

Catherine shrugged. "I believe in God, but God has his reasons for everything, but I do not know them. He had a reason for it." God did things that he saw fit, but it wasn't always him. "Then again perhaps it was the devil that was testing your faith and he has succeeded."

Catherine shook her head and refused to believe anything that came out of her mouth. Yes she liked sciences and was knowledgeable about them, but God was in her heart and this vampire was speaking utter blasphemy. Catherine refused to listen to her, it was complete nonsense and that was that. "You took a different path at your death, perhaps God had planned it that way, he had planned your fate to be a vampire."

"Well then, if God wanted me to be a vampire, why as a kid?" She asked turning to lean against the window.

"Maybe he made me a kid vampire to encourage me to find a way to help others like me? To help the ones who were turned against their will and don't want to be vampires anymore. Maybe that's why I'm a vampire Catherine." She said with a smirk.

"But if all we're gonna do is go in circles, I don't see a point in me wasting more of my time here. Even if it is the only thing I have plenty of." Jenna said as she crossed her arms. There was an amused smirk on her face as she looked up at the toher vampire, the one who pretended to be so superior simple becase she was older.

Catherine shrugged. Perhaps she was right, Catherine didn't know what God wanted nor why God did things, he simply did them, it wasn't for humans, mortals and immortals alike to know why he did things. "I suppose that you could be right." She paused and twirled a strand of her hair in between her fingers. "All you need to find is a willing vampire to go through your experiments."

Catherine was perhaps understanding the others point of view, but she would never be willing to be an experiment. She preferred to simply be herself and not have to worry about never being a mortal again and walk in the sun. She preferred the moon.

Catherine didn't think she was superior to the other vampire. If she had thought herself superior, she would have been condescending. Never in their entire conversation had she been condescending, she had treated the other vampire as her equal. She had simply given her own opinion, wasn't that what a conversation was about? To share opinions?

"Which of course you would never do simply because you think it's wrong, riiiight? Goes against God's will doesn't it?"

Well technicaly their whole species went against God's will right? That whole 'love thy brother' thing sort of went out the window with them. Most of then anyway. Some, like her, lived without killing. But she had seen so many more who simply couldn't help themselves.

Granted some wanted to, but weren't strong enough. Almost like Catherine's fledgling. But there were some who simply enjoyed killing. Yeah... That didn't go against 'Gods's Will'. Well, if there was such a thing.

Jenna stuck her hands in her pockets before turning away. "Well, I'm off. Gotta get back to my appartment." If you could call it that. The damn place was run down, rat infested and looked like it would colaps at any moment. But hell... What else could she do? She wanted to get a nice appartment somewhere, but she was nine for all intents and purposes. Even her mental powers couldn't fool them about something so obvious.

Catherine shrugged. "A lot of things are against God's will, doesn't mean that I don't indulge in a few of them. I have the rest of the eternity to pray for my soul." She thought it over and shrugged again. "That is if I still have a soul. I believe simply because it gives me something to turn to, when hope seems lost."

Some did kill, but then perhaps they didn't believe in God the way Catherine did. Catherine never killed anybody she fed from and tried to keep it that way. It had been hard for her in the past but now it came easily. She simply didn't like killing her victims, it made her uneasy to do so.

Catherine nodded. "Alright well you do that. I have some cleaning to do." Hopefully some mind numbing work would put her mind at ease. She waved to Jenna and walked away.