To Kitty, the usual soft crunch of dried up leaves and debris seemed to loud and annoying this morning. "These directions better be right." she remarked bitterly before turning right at the end of the dirt road. Last night in her hotel, she had been watching a movie and during the ad break, it reiterated the news from earlier on. To her absolute shock and disbelief, the picture of a man that she knew all too well had appeared on screen. Mortimer. The voice-over of a lady explained how 'this suspect terrorist was found dead'. Kitty had called up every cemetery she could find online and finally after hours of searching and calling, she'd struck gold. The funeral was to be held at the boarders of Argyre.
Kitty shivered, trying to shake the memory of the lady's voice-over from her head. She knew it had to be a joke. A prank the former students of Everlast were about to pull on her. There was no way that Mortimer was dead. Not a chance. He would probably walk out from behind a tree, and say 'gotcha', then everyone would also come out and start laughing. However as she turned the last corner and the graveyard came in view, she couldn't help but feel slightly nauseous. And in the back of her mind, a small twinge of doubt started to gnaw at the hope she had. Large metal gates came in view and she swallowed the lump in her throat. There seemed to be nothing here apart from the slabs of stone built in an orderly line.