The next day was quiet busy day for him but even the occupied mind couldn’t get over from her thoughts and what he had gone through with her. The whole day he was in fear about police. He thought cops will come and cuff his hands together but just as any other day but corpses were things which came in.

Turner had just taken final sip of coffee in evening when he got to know about three coffins arrival. This time also he had four empty graves which he had been digging for the whole day.

Almost thirty people had come with coffins along with Fathers and other church members. Since his early days in the work he had developed a habit of looking at the faces of each people who came in funeral. This evening also he continued his self made tradition.

In the crowd of unknown faces he saw a familiar face looking at him from his right side two meters away. He felt like he had been struck by a lorry when saw she was the same woman who had witnessed the kid's murder last night. Not only it, he also had attempted to seize her.

He tried to overlook it and went towards the graves. He squinted at the medieval looking face and at a bunch of red roses she was holding. She was speaking to nobody and it looked as if nobody wanted to start conversation with her at the time of mourning. Turner couldn’t take his eyes off her but he did it when he was told to give hand in burying coffins.

The lids of coffins were open and he was told it was time to shut them. Little steps by little, he went towards first coffin in the row of three and saw a young looking Afro – American inside it.

Turner's jaw dropped. He was the same man who had made him bury the child and had given him money. He hadn’t even spent the money yet. Moving his eyes at the rest two coffins, he discovered other two men who were in company of black guy last night.

While closing coffins Turner heard people talk, "Isn't it a coincidence of all three dying due to heart attack same night?"

"Scary…it's like an evil force doing it. Dark Arts…I guess." Some other added and he looked at the mysterious woman who could run like wind could blow.

An hour later the burial was concluded and people had started to leave. When there were about seven men in cemetery, he saw the creepy woman still with rose flowers clutched in her hands. She took her time to divide roses in three and put it on each of those graves

She then moved few feet away while Turner was watching her like she was about to kill him. Little by little, she moved at the place where Turner had buried the kid. He did not see what she put on the grave but was delighted to see her leaving.

She opened her umbrella and went outside without looking back at him. He was confused after it. He ran towards kid's grave and discovered an envelope on which a rose was lying.

He tore the envelope open and took out the paper. People often gave letters as burial so it was nothing strange for him.

He then began to read the paper's writing:

The justice has been done. Sinners are punished with deaths. I've opted to spare the pawn's life this time….

Last night. His resurrection took place. He has resurrected.

And the boy's wish shall be fulfilled some day...I vow.

-Alundra Payne

He could understand she was the one who had killed three of them but due to some reason she had left his life. But he had no clue of whose resurrection was she talking about. She even had left her name on the letter.