She watches him go, not sure whether to follow or to let him be. It's only a moment before she turns back to the grave. The ghost is gone now, but she can't leave him exposed to the elements like this. The earth has held him safe for so long now, it seems only right to kneel and replace the wet clumps of soil, her hands gently straightening his uniform, and then gingerly covering his face again. He was so very young. What happened? Who did this to him? And why? If she could know the answer to that question, it might be the key to everything else.

He's gone towards the abandoned farmhouse, disappeared inside. And she takes a moment, just a moment, to say a quiet prayer for these bones. For the man whose name she now knows.

And when that is done, she follows.

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She closes the door of the farmhouse behind her, not eager to disturb Gene. He's distracted, almost in a fugue state. She recognises the signs, and knows, he has to do this on his own now.