One week later it happened.

I came to the block where the house was. I had been returning from a visit to the skate park-why yes, I have taken other hobbies in this realm asides to using the laptop-at the late of night. People were wearing coats in the cool night. It felt unusual to be the one walking around not in coat. The weather channel said nothing about the sorts.

I did not feel cold that night.

The air felt still.

I saw a swarm of cars and a police cars nearby the house. There were people gathering around in concern-as I later found out-mumbling about what may have happened. One offered 'maybe a sniper hit the wrong mark', another suggested 'maybe a dog got struck down by a brick', and 'Maybe a knife tore through the glass and hit someone else instead of the intended target'. There mumbles were far-fetched that I can say. I quicken my pace curious to why there is a crowd of people and bright colorful lights about surrounding the cars. I notice there is a big vehicle to an ambulance except it is not. The van like vehicle had recently parked.

"What is going on?" I ask one of the bystanders.

The woman in her late forties had been biting her fingernails while in blue robe turns towards me.

"The woman in the house across got into an accident," The woman said, then she observes me. "Wait," Her eyes went big. "You are the kid living with her."

I turn away seeing from the woman the world become lights and a blur. I shove my way through the crowd getting closer to the scene. I saw the bleeding body to a once standing and fine woman laid on the floor. I came to a halt right at the tape finding it hard to believe this happened. I simply could not believe it. You mentioned to me you were something ancient and something out of a bed time story.

Something ancient and immortal yet easily killed by a semi-truck.

The semi-truck is parked alongside.

There is blood on the grill.

Thought I saw her chest move-but that may have been the lights playing tricks with me-so I went under the table going over. Her chest did not move. Emily 2's high heels were feet away. Her eyes wide open face towards the door across from our house. She was in her PJ's; white shirt and blue comfortable lounging pants. Now you can imagine how stained the shirt was.

A firm hand came on my shoulder.

I look over to see a old man wearing a blue hat

"Hello," The old man said. "I am sorry for your loss, but you can't be in a crime scene."

"...Crime scene?" I said.

"Yes," The old man said, with a nod. "I have talked to the police, young fellow, and you need to leave."

"I live with her," I said.

"Now you do not," The old man said, taking his hand off my shoulder. "I know how shocked you are, young fellow."

"My name is Loki," I said. I hear someone to refer to Emily 2 as 'Vic' from one of the detectives on the scene. "And her name is not 'vic'!" I feel a rash of anger towards the detectives. "Her name is Emily Strange."

"Emily would want you not to get in trouble over her death," The old man said. "Would she not?"

I clear my throat turning my attention back towards the old man.

"She wouldn't," I said.

The old man hands me a card.

"Loki,go home," The old man said, as I take the card. "I am always up for a nice chat in the mornings."

I look down towards the card turning away. The name on the card read 'Doctor John Wilson, Medical Examiner'. I go under the tape feeling nothing. If nothing was an emotion it would have described how my world felt to the tea. I went to the house feeling like time froze. Nothing had happened. I thought after a while Emily 2 had gone to the store.

The scent of burning pizza brought me back to reality.