Christian stood staring blankly at the basement around him. Eveyrthing was dark, empty. Nothing crawled below him, or moved overhead. The room was filled with dead air. Which must have meant that the glint over silver from the corner was just a rock, or a piece of metal. Not trusting his senses, Christian walked over to the corner and saw a crumpled heap. At first, it looked like a pile of some sort of discarded matter. But this pile of discarded matter had silvery-blonde streaks through curly brown hair. It was the lifeless body of Jeff's brother. Turning it over, he stared into brown eyes that must once have had life. Christian traced the wounds on the neck that had been his demise. Twice. Christian silently told Edge what he had found. And he told Jeff.

"I'm not going in there!" Jeff yelled at Edge, who was halfway through the basement window.

"he's your brother! You have to give him a proper burial. Or at least say goodbye."

"But I can't. You don't understand…" Edge lowered himself the rest of the way into the basement and stared up at Jeff.

"Get down here. I've put up with enough of your shit and I don't need this." Jeff remained still.

"I can't…I betrayed him. I could have saved him…but I - "

"So this way you can make it up to him." Jeff sighed, still not moving in front of the window as Edge gazed up at him impatiently.

"I'll come then." He said, climbing through the small window and jumping below onto the dirt. Christian had moved Matt's body closer to the stairs leading to the main floor. Edge stood silently beside his brother, watching Jeff find his way toward Matt's body. He knelt beside him, and took his hand.

"I'm sorry." Was all he said, gently. And he knelt there for a long time, eyes never leaving his brothers dead ones. When it rose it was slowly and hesitantly.

"Move him upstairs to one of the bedrooms. He should be laid there."

"Why?" Christian enquired, moving to pick up the body with Edge.

"I don't know. I think he'd like to be there. He always loved to be higher up than everyone." Edge and Christian carried the body up the rotting wooden steps, with Jeff behind them. A mock funeral procession. No one stopped to survey the main floor, and they continued upwards. The brothers bearing the body stopped at the top of the steps as Jeff moved in front of them. He jerked open the first door on his left, the first room they came upon. Inside was a bed, nothing more. Edge sucked in a deep breath. It had been his room. They laid Matt out on the bed. Jeff sat on the floor, unmoving. Edge and Christian left him alone, and stood out in the hallway.

"Where do we go now?" Edge asked. Christian shrugged, and walked down the hall, to the door of the farthest room.

"Christian…don't." Edge said. "It used to be yours."

"You don't want me to remember?" he asked, softly, slowly turning the doorknob.

"No…" Edge breathed softly, the word taking on so many different connotations as Christian saw Gabrielle laying on the bed, no signs of life resonating from the body. Christian's face grew pale and he turned towards Edge, who walked to his brothers side and followed his gaze.

"No.." He said again. "Its not her.." Christian stumbled towards the bed she lay on, gathering up the lifeless body.

"Gabrielle…" Christian said, brokenly. "This can't be right…" Edge still stood in the doorway, unable to move, speak or think, just watching as Christian rocked back and forth on the bed, crying over the body of their taken love.