Theresa Cassidy

The first plant had lived a touch longer than Terry had expected, though she hadn't the motivation to replace it until recently. It tried hard to survive with the cup of water she fed it every now and then, but it's only been in the past month or so that she's cared to do something other than spend time on the couch, eating take out and watching television with her father. She'd wanted the comfort of his company and cared little for anything else, including the poor plant.

Terry stares at it now, all but one small branch of it wilted and dried out, the last few leaves stubbornly clinging to life. "I'm sorry about this," she tells it as she picks up the pot and heads into the kitchen where the new plant she'd picked up is sitting on a counter.

"This one is supposed to be unkillable," she calls out to Sean, wherever he'd disappeared to. "If ye somehow manage to kill this one too then yer a lost cause, da."