Miami, Florida
September 5, 1990
8:00 AM
When Tracer woke up, She was almost immediately greeted by a worried Angel. “Are you Ok?” He asked.
“I'm fine…. I guess….”
“I can't deal with an ‘I guess’. I need a straight answer.”
“I could really use some water, or food, or something.”
“On it.” Angel said. He pressed the intercom and said “Talia, I need some water and food-Tracer, what would you like?”
“Some toast. And not water. Some tea.”
“Talia. Change of order. Tea and some toast.”
“On it's way.”
“Than