Isabelle made her way to the kitchen to get a chilled bottle of water. Her 'alone time' had been lovely but she needed a drink before she went to bed and liked to have a bottle of water on her night table. She heard a noise down the hall and stopped. It didn't sound like Zoe. She walked to the guest room door and listened. She heard a painful hiss and opened the door stepping inside.

"ED?" she squeaked.

He was standing in the middle of the floor wobbling a little with a death grip on his cane. He looked at her a little desperately.

"I need to use the...