"Where are we going?" She asked as she saw the road peek out of the trees.

"We should go somewhere were we can really live…a new city."

"I meant now - when we're out of the woods…" Edge turned to stare at her.

"So did I." She looked in confusion at him as he continued to pull her along.

"Why move? We can get an apartment in the city, live together, hunt together."

"No, there's too much here that’s - " He struggled for a fitting word, "Familiar. We need a new start." As the lights of the city became visible, he stopped moving at his fast pace, and on the outskirts of the French Quarter, stopped. Gabrielle stood behind him, slipping her arms around his waist, and resting her head near his shoulder.

"Where now?" He shrugged and pulled her around, grasping her hand as he started to walk again, down Bourbon Street, past the drunken tourists, the open bars and small cafés, before Gabrielle stopped him.

"Can we stop walking? I'm tired…"

"We can get a room for the day, I guess. Or - I know a place." Edge remarked, already walking towards the apartment Kale had occupied for ten years.

Kale followed Christian along the softly worn path of footsteps to where a pile of grey ash marred the snow. Christian stood shaking his head. Kale looked down at the small heap. He recognised it, had seen many similar visions in his many years.

"Christian - what should we do with it?" He asked softly.

"Take him home?" Christian shook his head again, trying to put thoughts together. "He has a brother - maybe his brother would know. Jeff didn't want to be ashes - " Christian watched as Kale, with uncharacteristic care, scooped up the ashes, and placed them in the folds of a white cloth from his pocket. Christian knew it had been done before by the elder vampire. Kale tied the ends, forming a cylindrical shape, and set it in one of many inside pockets.

"We should return them to his brother." Kale remarked sombrely. Christian nodded slowly, almost astonished by a side of Kale that he doubted anyone had seen before. Kale started to walk back to the van, feet crunching lightly on snow, and after a moment of silent mourning, Christian returned to the van as well.

"Where to now?" Kale asked, turning they key and pulling away from the side of the road.

"Where can they go? Edge won't take her back to the house…and he has nowhere else to go."

"He does." Kale said grimly. "The apartment on Bourbon." He turned the van around on the road as Christian flicked on the radio to hear a haunting melody, the pale, almost prophetic voice of Robert Smith flooded over the two.