Rosie smiled as Rose hugged the penguin close. She could tell her friend was still a bit out of it, that she wasn't quite thinking clearly. Rose pulled her chair a bit closer, smiling a bit sadly. She had missed Rose more than ever before while she was sick. So many awful things had happened, and Rose hadn't been able to speak with her best mate about them. She had really wanted to cry, but she hadn't let herself, "Your birthday was almost a week ago. Its Easter, the twenty-third." She attempted a smile, but it came out half-hearted.