"No, no, first I want to know about that," she said, pointing at Annie. "Then we can go blue up planets. Plus, your story seems a good excuse to start drinking early." A story and alcohol sounded better than blowing up planets. It was a distraction. Anything to keep her mind occupied. If she did not leave it any space, it could not fill empty spaces. Too many pictures. Too many feelings. Far too much emptiness.