[Sadrain]

December 1st, Chicago; "Polar Bear Cafe".

It was a good two hour drive to her destination, and Leila wasn't going to make it any longer by going slow. She didn't even turn the music on. The sun slowly set, although it was hard to see behind the gray cloud shield covering the sky. Only the very edge of sky turned colorful and lit up.

Reaching Milwaukee, Leila stopped by a small flower shop. It had been there, as long as she remembered her self. Her father used to buy flowers for his wife there, sometime when they were on talks too. Her mother didn't like cut flowers very much - she felt sorry for them -, but Leila couldn't go to graveyard without a single flower. So, she bought four white roses, as usually. They had no scent, and while they were beautiful, it felt as if they lacked the frail soul of the flowers.

Her further drive was much slower, as Leila took in the details of the downtown. If she would take a turn there, and then a few to the left, she would come to see what was left of her house... Her heart clenched at the thought, and she didn't drive that way. After about ten more minutes, on the very edge of the downtown, she stopped, at large and intricate fence. Leila parked card, took the flowers and stepped outside. The girl stood still at the open gates for a moment, but then walked in.

Leila's walked slowly, but without a doubt, until she came to the far end of the graveyard. Only people from the big families that had resided here for long, long time, were buried here. One by one, she put the roses on four graves and stood in silence, staring at the gravestones.