Lily sat in Jeff's lap, silently looking around. Closing her eyes, she thought back to earlier that night. Since she had made eye contact with the trench-coated figure, she couldn't close her eyes without feeling a chill run down her back. She also thought back to Edge, and the pile of dust he had become. She had never seen anybody die, and to have her friend turn to dust before her eyes was more than she could handle. But she knew that it hurt the others more. She had just joined with them. Gabby and Christian had known Edge the longest, Jeff and Matt a few years less. Compared to them, Lily was an infant. She shivered and opened her eyes, surveying her surroundings.

Matt sat beside Jeff, holding her hand. Christian sat on the couch, staring out the window at the trees. And even though she could not see her, Lily knew that Gabby was upstairs in Edge's room.

She stood up and began slowly up the stairs. "Gabby," Lily asked softly. When no answer came, Lily knocked and again asked softly, "Gabby, it's Lily. May I come in?" Again, no answer. Lily turned the old knob of the Victorian style door. It creaked open, the noise deafening in the silent house. Downstairs, Jeff heard it, and looked up. Christian stood up, and started for the stairs. Matt reached up and grabbed his arm, shaking his head. Christian sat back down.

What Lily saw before her was similar to what she expected. Gabby lay on Edge's bed, curled up into a small ball. She held a photo, one that seemed to have survived countless years. Music was playing softly in the background, but Lily doubted that Gabby even knew what she was listening to. "Gabby? Gabby are you okay?" Lily asked timidly, not knowing what to expect. Her shoulders heaved with sobs. Lily sat down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?" she suggested softly. Gabby pulled away from her hand, scooting up closer to the headboard. "I just mean, talking helps sometimes…"

"It can't help." Gabby told her quietly, her voice audibly strained. "I don't have anything to say…He was here, now he's gone and he's not coming back and no one can do anything about it."

"What about how you feel about it? Are you - "

"How am I supposed to feel?" She sat up, cutting Lily off sharply. "Edge was everything to me! If it wasn't for him, I would have been dead years ago, with the kind of life I had! He helped me with so much, helped me get my life as I know it back…and now you ask how I feel about him being dead?" Stopping slowly, Gabby realised she was yelling out of sheer frustration, and noticed Lily cowering away as if frightened.

"I'm sorry….I just wanted to help with this, I don't…I don't know what to do either.." Lily managed to choke out hurriedly before leaving the room, seeking refuge in her own with the slamming of her door. Gabby looked at the door. A moments regret flowed through her. Gabby knew she shouldn't have yelled at Lily. It wasn't the child's fault. She was only trying to help, and it wasn't like she knew what to do about it either. Gabby knew she should get up and apologise to her. She didn't move.

Downstairs, they heard the door slam. Jeff and Christian leapt to their feet. They climbed quickly up the stairs, their footsteps hollow, thudding emptily. Christian detoured down the left hall of the old Victorian home, heading towards Edge's room. The door was open, so Christian knew that it had been Lily's door that slammed. He sat down on the bed beside her. Gabby looked up at him, the usual brightness drained from her eyes. He reached out for her sympathetically, hurting just as badly as she. She crawled into his arms. Crying softly, Christian held her close.

When Jeff stopped at Lily's door, he knocked. He slid the door open. His heart skipped when she was no where in sight. looking around, the curtains by her balcony window were blowing gently from the warm summer breeze. He walked out onto the balcony. Knowing her habits, he turned and looked up at the roof. There she sat, throwing rocks at the moon. He climbed up, sitting behind her with one leg on either side of her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back towards him. "I knew him," Lily said softly.

"We all did," Jeff responded.

"Not Edge. The trench-coated man. I knew him. He looked at me...and I can't escape the feeling that I'm being watched. That we're being watched."

"Lily, don't be silly. You didn't know him. You're just trying to make the pain go away by making up excuses."

"No Jeff, I really did know him," she started. She couldn't get far, because Jeff interrupted her.

"Lily. Knock it off. You didn't know him. There's no way you could have known him."

"Jeffery. I knew him. I know I did. And I know I'm being watched right now. I just...can't escape the feeling that I'm going to suffer the same fate as Edge." Jeff sighed, leaning forward against her.

"Don't say that. You're going to be around forever. You have to be, for me at least."

"I know. But If I'm not, you have to live with that…"

"Stop being so morbid. You're just upset." She nodded in defeat, grabbing one of his hands and kissing the palm.

"To bed?"

"To bed."