The air is thick. Darkness begins to leak into the windows. It’s almost night now. Archie sits on the counter across from me. All I can do is sit on the floor. My body drizzled of it’s energy. “I’m sorry” Archie looks up at me, but all I can do is look down at the floor. I have nothing left. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t work with you to find a solution.” he says, his voice cracking. “If we worked together, we would have been such a good team.” he drops his face in his hands. 
My eyes continue on the floor, watching as dust flows in the wind. “Charlotte please.” he begs for me to answer. But I can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to answer, it just won't come out. I look up at him. The tears welling up in his eyes, the desperation. “We’ve only got each other.” he smiles through his tears. I get up. “Charlotte-” he begins to say. “They are gone.” I finally say. “We can figure it out, I believe in us-” He begins to say, but I’m tired of listening. My jaw clenches. “SHUT UP ARCHIE!” I scream, throwing a beaker at him. The glass shatters on the wall next to his head. He watches the glass on the floor. He looks down. “I have,” I begin to say, making sure he cannot hear the weakness in my voice. “Nothing” I say.