I have identified at least five distinct aspects to my personality, and I envision them sitting in a room, conversing, watching my life out the window. The room is large, with pale yellow walls and hardwood floors. In the center of the room is a deep lavendar couch that faces the immense window. Logic and Emotion used to sit on the couch, on opposite ends, with Self in between them, playing mediator constantly. But right now Logic is the only one seated. Self is standing at the window, trying to find some meaning, some purpose, to the life she sees before her. Emotion is sitting by the window, sad. If she's not weeping she is resting her head against the cool glass and trying not to start up again. Logic can say little to comfort her, so she sits silently on the couch. Over Logic's right shoulder, Hornball Piglet stands in her corner, dressed not in her usual leather, but in a more conservative yet still sexy robe, bored to tears, wishing Self and Emotion would return to the couch so her life could get back to normal. To the left of the couch, sitting on a straw mat, enclosed on three sides by a Japanese screen, sits the Winged Cat. She is the only one who has moved in about four months. She wanders to the window sometimes to stand beside Self, reassuring her that it is not as hopeless as it appears. She sits by Emotion and lets her cry on her shoulder. She reminds them all that Hornball Piglet is not just excess. And she wanders around the room, knowing how the others feel. She's been through this before, but she doesn't bother saying anything that she knows will be of little comfort. It just takes time, she says. Logic says unfortunately they are trapped in a linear universe. Emotion cries, thinking of where he is, wanting to go to him. Self knows they can't do that yet. All they can do is work with what they have and try to think positively about it. It's hard, even for her. Even for Logic, who usually isn't so skeptical. Logic is beginning to doubt herself. Emotion is oblivios to all their conversations, she doesn't know where to begin to get past the pain, at least to where she can be functional again. The Winged Cat stands beside Self at the window. They don't need to talk. It is quiet in the room, except for Emotion's weeping. It echoes in the room, and they all agree on one truth. They feel like there used to be a sixth presence here, and he has been torn away. They are afraid they will always feel this incomplete. The Winged Cat fears the most, because she remembers. But her presence reminds the others that they will see him again. Emotion and Hornball Piglet state in unison that the thought doesn't help much. They used to play together, running around the room, and then there were so many times when they got everyone to play. They were united. Now they are just in a room together. Self looks around at them all, Emotion lost in greif by the window, Logic questioning her resolve on the couch, Hornball Piglet tapping her foot in the corner, and she looks at the Winged Cat and sees such distress in her eyes, sadness and frustration, hope and resignation. Self sighs and turns back to the window, always looking for something to help them all get through the rest of this life...in one piece....