Clarisse McClellan's Daughter

Yeah... I was in first year of University. It was a gut punch, and no-one on my floor knew why I was sitting in the shared kitchen, looking like I'd been shot.

We held a wake, that Thurs, at the Sci-fi society's usual bar meet up. By that point we knew that death would not have come swiftly for the crew.

I think that was the first time in my life I wished I could get black-out drunk. [me and alcohol do not mix well.]