Honeybunny has left the building. Not dead like Elvis, more like a walking zombie dying by inches. Is she angry at Fate's cruelty? Does bitterness draw her into a pit of lonely despair? Will she ever recover her ability to laugh trust, hope, believe in life? Her sparkle has dimmed, eyes gone flat and gray, blinded by loss and pain, wondering why she fails to see beauty that others take for granted. Honeybunny (as he knew her) has vanished into the void.