After getting the worst form of directions ever, I left with the flower. Scott's directions were based entirely on landmarks with no use for street names and he only gave descriptions of the landmarks rather than giving their names. I swear he was trying to get me lost on purpose.

It was probably around one in the morning that I finally made it to the northern outskirts of London. A small cemetery was there with a few trees planted around it. The trees were white willows and kind of gave me flashbacks but they formed a grove around the cemetery in a beautiful way during the day. However, at night it looked like something out of a horror movie.

I walked beyond the veil of willow branches into the heart of the cemetery and after a longer period of time than I would have liked I found it, Silva's grave. It was rather plain only reading: Silva Rebecca Langston 1853 - 1883.

I set the flower down in front of the gravestone and sat criss cross in front of it. "Hi, Silva. My name is Lou. We haven't met but I'm friends with Scott. I… Well… I'm doing Scott a favor and I thought I could pay my respects. Scott isn't doing so well and, well, everyone is worried about him."

"Well, isn't that sweet." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see a woman who was sitting on top of a small mausoleum. She looked happy but sorrowful at the same time.

"Who are you exactly?"

"It makes sense that you wouldn't know who I am. To clarify, you are sitting in front of my gravestone."

"Are you the ghost of Silva then?"

"In a way, yes, and no."

"I don't quite understand so let me ask you. Why haven't you talked to Scott? He's slowly killing himself and none of us know how to help him."

"Right off the bat you went for the heart. I wish I could speak with him now but it isn't time yet. For this all to work out properly I need to remain dead."

"So does that mean you aren't a ghost at all? You just faked your death and let everyone else suffer."

"Sadly… But this wasn't my plan."

"Then whose is it? Because I don't believe hurting the people we care about is an okay means to an end."

"I would agree but not with this. The masked man made this plan long ago and I must adhere to it."

"Isn't he evil? Why would you follow a maniac like that? I mean he's wearing a creepy ass mask. That's definitely a red flag."

"He isn't what everyone says he is. He is not the enemy."

"Then who is?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"I don't need your cryptic bullshit. You are coming back with me and you and Scott are going to talk about this." I said standing up and grabbing her by the wrist.

"Again, this isn't the right time." She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Then why come here? Why talk to me?"

"...”

“Let me guess, you were hoping that Scott would come here today like he always does?”

“...”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Anyways, you’re coming with me and having a little heart to heart with Scott.”

“I can’t!” she shouted.

“Why not?” I shouted back.

“Because… I don’t want him to think I betrayed him. He’ll probably hate me.”

“Ya, he probably will! However that doesn’t change the fact that you two need to work this out. I don’t give two shit’s about this plan or what may be at stake, if there even is anything at stake. I don’t have the time or the patience for this kind of drama so get over it.”

“Not yet!” she said as she punched me in the face. Her attack sent me flying back against her gravestone. Next all I saw were stars and the familiar face of Tim floating above me.