Nights have gotten worse.

It's been three straight weeks of sleeping pills and antidepressants, neither of which have proven effective at keeping her from crying in her sleep. Every morning sees her waking up with her face and pillow soaked with tears, her eyes bloodshot, and her mental status just a little worse off than the day before.

Putting it mildly, Vinyl is a wreck.

But maybe, with the help of another friend, she might just learn to get past the pain.