Greenlee stares after Erica Kane.  It was very nice of her to try to help and comfort her, but just as she said they were competitors and life was a fight. ‘Maybe I have some fight left after all.’ She muses as she walks form the D.A.’s office. 

It isn’t as if Pine Valley is a big place, so within moments she is standing outside the building housing her penthouse. She slowly gets on the elevator.  She dreads the oncoming reality, but she has to face it sometime.  The elevator doors open and there it is the place that used to be home.  Now it’s just a place without Leo.  Cautiously, as if the doorknob itself will burn her she turns it and opens up the tomblike residence.  Nothing has moved.  All the broken glass is still where it was along with now broken promises.  She walks around the penthouse letting it surround her.  She can hear the whispered ‘I love yous’, can feel the passionate embraces, and silently longs for the past.  There are the tickets to Paris waiting for lovers who will never use them.  She picks them up in her hand looking at her future knowing now it will never be.  The silence is overwhelming.  She clicks on the little stereo and out pours their Paris musicians.  Does Fate not have even a moment’s reprieve for her? 

“Oh God, Leo!” Greenlee almost shouts, “I can’t..I don’t know how to do this without you!”  She grabs the stereo flinging it wildly into the wall watching as it shatters into pieces.  In a rage, she grabs anything and everything in reach and throws it all listening with an empty satisfaction as it breaks like her heart.

“Whoa!  What the *****?!…” Kendall gasps out as she ducks a flying ornament, “Greenlee…what…” another flying projectile comes her way.

“Get out!  Get out! Get out!”  Greenlee screeches at the intruder not really seeing who it is and not caring, “Just get the ***** out!”

Kendall almost retreats as ordered until she sees Greenlee pick up a picture frame holding her and Leo’s images in it as if to smash it.  Quickly, she rushes to Greenlee and grabs her up in a bear hug from behind loosening her hold on the frame.  As she holds a struggling Greenlee tight she carefully lets the frame fall from the shorter woman’s grasp onto the table with a quiet thud.