JD had already taken her back up pills, as the dark fell upon southern New York, the sunset looking brilliant, a tapestry of blues, yellows and greens. The car had been silent for a while now, except when they headed toward a particularly large group of nomads.

Theirs was the only car they had seen in a while that was moving, and apparently; the drifters were having the same experience.

Some were peaceful, letting the four drive by peacefully, welcoming them with a sad smile or a feeble wave, but the others were violent trying to hijack the car, one even smashing a baseball bat against the back window.

Rachel's head was against JD's lap as she stroked Rachel's beautiful blonde hair, which had a slight curl to it. Her honey brown eyes were wide open and in deep concentration.

"Hey, Rach-" Ray stated, eyes still fixed on the road as he swerved around and in between cars. "Why don't you try and get some sleep… We've all had a long day-"

Rachel stirred a bit. "Mom usually sings to me." She looked at JD "Can you sing to me?"

"I'm not much of a singer…" JD said, which was completely false. JD had a voice like the angels and could make up words like no other.

"Please?" Rachel pleaded.

JD hardly noticed when the words came pouring out of her mouth. Truthfully, she was bracing herself. Her illness was complex. Even doctors couldn't figure out all of the deitails. All JD really knew about it was what would happen if she stopped taking her medicine. Unless she fallowed a strict, strict schedule when she was off her meds, she was faced with extreme nausea, migraines, and dizziness, which put her through hell.

It started off as a cold feeling, like all the blood had been drained from your body. She was always in a cold sweat, shaking. The only way to describe it was hell. Pure hell. Sooner than she thought Rachel had fallen asleep, and she too closed her eyes though she knew sleep was impossible.

The car was silent as Ray's eyelids began to close. "Hey, Robbie. How about you drive a shift?" He asked.

Robbie looked at him, thoroughly irritated. "I don't have a license, remember?" He retorted. Ray felt his flat, emotionless face turn to a smirk. He knew that his son was a fighter, and that we was going to make it hard for him. "That didn't stop you before-" Ray said, Robbie finally giving in.

No more than ten minutes later, JD felt the car stop in front of a mansion of a house. The clock on the car reading 7:30, but it felt like two in the morning. The lawn was perfectly manicured in every way, not a blade of grass out of place.

"You live here?" She said in awe as Rachel woke up. He nodded as the four walked to the front of the house. JD was overwhelmed when she entered. She almost felt unworthy of the house, like she wasn't good enough to stay there the night. She was almost ashamed of her own living quarters. They walked into the kitchen, Ray talking a mile a minute looking for food that was edible. He looked at the box Robbie had filled up earlier, dumping it out.

"Mustard, Mayonnaise, Olive Oil-" Ray stated, naming off the items in the box. "Robbie, I thought I said to pack food-"

"That was all that was in your house-" Robbie repelled. A small smile spread across JD's face. The food reminded her of her own eating habits.

"Right." Ray said, seeing the peanut butter. "Bread—" he muttered, searching around the kitchen repeating the word until he found the bread. He started smothering the bread with peanut butter. "Here's one for Rachel-"

"I'm allergic to peanut butter-" Rachel spoke, on a short fuse.

"Since when?"

"Birth"

"OK, fine, fine. Then me and Robbie will have some delicious Peanut Butter Sandwiches."

"I'm not Hungary-"

"Me neither" JD stated. Truth was, she was starving but she was scared that if she ate, it would make her sicker.

"Fine" Ray found himself yelling as he threw the sandwich against the window. As they walked to the basement, JD saw it sliding down.

"Why can't I sleep in my own Room?" Rachel asked. "I have back problems-"

Nobody answered her as Robbie fixed his younger sister up on the futon like couch. JD watched him. He was so gentle with her, and you could tell that they loved each other a lot.

"Night Rach. Love Ya" Robbie said, Rachel replying "Night-"

It was amazing how quickly the little girl fell asleep, as Ray fixed himself a bed in the corner. Robbie crouched up against the wall, into a sit. JD sat next to Rachel. It was so messed up, how she was dieing to be near him. She wanted him to tell her that everything was going to be all right. She was sure of only one thing, though. They were being massacred.

Robbie looked up, seeing the look in JD's normally sparkling green eyes. It was so stupid. Here he was, in his mothers basement, terrorists or aliens or whatever attacking, and all he could think of was her. He was worried, too. Normally Jules was tough, self reliant, so sure of herself. Of what she wanted, but now she seemed lost, worried.

"Or coarse she was worried-" He told himself. "This could be the end of the whole freaking free world-" But what really got Robbie was the fact that the attacks just kept on coming. He was so compelled to fight, to help out, but all of those thoughts were pushed out of his head then JD walked up to him, sitting between his legs. He placed his hands around her waist as he kissed her forehead. He almost jumped. She was freezing.

"You alright, Babe?" he asked

"Yeah" She replied. Now that you're here."

Robbie closed his eyes, taking it all in, feeling her against him. When people described love in the movies, they said it was uncomfortable. A churning stomach, twittering heart, always thinking about the person, but to Robbie it was completely different. He always felt so… content. That was the only way he could describe it. A feeling of perfection, but he was always unsure of the way she felt.

He knew that she had a hard life, not with just men, but women, too. Practically her whole family left her to fend for herself. He was positive; he was madly in love with JD. His Jules. Even Robbie was surprised when JD fell asleep in his arms, he not far from dream land himself.

Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness. "She's a good kid-"

Robbie recognized Ray's voice immediately. "Yeah, well, from all the bad shit she's been through, she turned out perfect-"

Ray looked at Robbie curiosity in his eyes. "There's just one thing I don't get-. How did you meet. I mean she doesn't live exactly close to your mom, and your never at my place so-"

"She works at a bar I went to once" Robbie stated simply.

"She works at a bar-" Ray repeated, "She works at a bar?"

Just then there was an explosion, a blast of fire and light coming from the door. Rachel started screaming, but JD remained in her dreamland.