Abby yells out in frustration, while giving the discarded can a hard kick with her foot. It sails across the room, finally rolling to a stop near the dangling arm of Gemini. When it brushes by his fingertip, his finger twitches back a response. And then, his other fingers begin to flutter as well.

Abby never notices, too incensed with her own dilemma. She cups her face in her hands, silently sobbing as tears roll down her face.