Katie was at the dance. No surprise there, she'd come with a few friends and then left them to sit on her own in a corner with her sketchbook. Lately she'd been sketching a lot, mostly pictures that made her psychiatrist ask uneasy questions. Right now she was channeling American McGee's Alice; http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv412h0uBU1qhateyo1_r1_250.jpg and considering maybe getting a tattoo like it, but done in a more professional manner. Katie wasn't a skilled artist; she was a singer to and through, but it provided some relief. So she sat there, in her baby pink dress with an open back that revealed pretty much every bone that should be covered with body fat and drew pictures of her favorite games. Classy, Katie she thought to herself. She looked up as somebody stopped in front of her.