When we reached the 'cemetery', I spread out a blanket, and Gerard gently laid Zara on top of it. Then, beside Amanda's grave, I began to dig.Gerard knelt beside me, and began to dig with his hands.

"Don't," I whispered. "I need to do this myself." He nodded, and stopped immediately.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Just be here?" I asked softly.

"Of course," he replied.

It took a long time, digging alone, but I wanted it that way, I felt like it was appropriate. Eventually, the hole was large enough, and I stood up. I spread a blanket over the bottom, and placed the pillow into the hole. Then I climbed out of the hole, and walked over to Zara.

"Can you help me please?" I asked, and Gerard nodded. He picked her up, and gently laid her in the grave. I covered her carefully with the second blanket, then began to shovel the dirt in on top of her. Gerard, I noticed, was sitting on the ground, with a large, smooth white rock.

"What was her last name?" Gerard asked softly.

"Zara Lynn Sorensen," I replied, and spelled it out for him.

"When was she born?"

"April 13th, 1980," I replied. I continued to shovel the dirt on top of her, soon, the blanket was no longer visible.

"Shouldn't we help?" I heard Ray ask. I hadn't heard him come up, and when I turned my head, I saw he and Frank standing with Gerard.

"She wanted to do it herself," Gerard said softly. I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head, but I continued working. Eventually, I spread the last bit of dirt into place, and stood up. Gerard picked up the rock, and moved past me, gently placing it over her head. Together, the four of us then said the now-familiar prayers, before turning away, and walking slowly back towards the cabin. Gerard had his arm tightly around my shoulders.

"Are you alright, Angel?" he whispered as we walked.

"No," I replied, turning to him and smiling weakly. "But I will be." He smiled at me, and paused, pulling me into a huge hug, before we broke apart, and followed Frank and Ray.

The briefcase containing the gun still lay where Gerard had left it earlier, at the base of the tree where Zara's life had ended. Frank and Ray, apparently, had removed all traces of blood from the sand, dumping it into the woods. The place looked strangely innocent. All four of us stared down at the briefcase.

"I've been thinking," Ray said softly ."I think we should bury it again. And I think this time, we should bury the key too. Maybe in two separate places."

"I agree," Gerard said softly. "We'll bury the key in the briefcase, you bury the lock box?"

"Yeah," Frank said softly, gently taking the lock box out of the briefcase, which he handed to Gerard. "See you in a bit." He and Ray turned, and walked back in the direction we had come from.

"You up for this, Monkey?" Gerard asked softly, and I nodded, opening my locket, and extracting the key, which I handed to Gerard. He put it in the front pocket of the briefcase, then took my hand. Together, we crossed the stream, and headed down the beach. Once we reached the bonfire, we veered off into the woods. A few yards in, we stopped.

"How about here?" he asked, and I nodded, dropping to my knees, and beginning to dig. He knelt down beside me, digging with his hands, and in a few moments, we had a hole large enough for the briefcase. Gerard placed it inside, and we carefully filled it in. "Look for something to mark it." I got up, as Gerard began hiding the spot with leaves and twigs, and began scouring the area. My eyes soon rested on a gray rock, with what looked slightly like a foot etched by time into it's face.

"Will this do?" I asked. Gerard came over to me.

"Yeah, that'll work," he replied, and together, we carried it to the now hidden hole, placing it carefully on top. We then stood back, surveying our work. "Hey Angel?" Gerard said after a few minutes, and I turned and looked at him. "Um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I know you loved her. But, um, I wanted to make sure... You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?" I smiled wryly.

"No," I replied, laughing dryly. "I'm sane. I'm just sad." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

"I love you," he whispered. I nodded.

"I love you too, Gee," I whispered back.

"Let's get back," he said, and I nodded again. Hand in hand, we left the woods, walking slowly along the beach.

"And then there were eight," I quoted softly.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Didn't you ever read Agatha Christie?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Ten Little Indians," I said. "When it was released, it was called Ten Little N-words, but they changed it in the 60's to Indians. Now they use Ten Little Soldier Boys, but I like Indians better." He was smiling at me.

"Go on," he whispered.I took a breath, then began to recite the rhyme from memory.

"Ten little Indians went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were Nine. Nine little Indians sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were Eight. Eight little Indians traveling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were Seven. Seven little Indians chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six. Six little Indians playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were Five. Five little Indians going in for law; One got into Chancery and then there were Four. Four little Indians going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three. Three little Indians walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were Two. Two little Indians were playing with a gun; One shot the other and then there was One. One little Indian left all alone; He went out and hanged himself and then there were None." Gerard shuddered slightly as I spoke, and pulled me into his side.

"We're gonna get out of here," he whispered.

"I know. It just struck me is all." I smiled wryly up at him, and he kissed my forehead. Soon, we were back at the yellow mat, where Frank and Ray sat waiting for us.

"It's done," Frank said as we approached. I nodded, and walked past them to the pool. I washed my hands and face, shaking the dirt out of my clothes, before returning to the guys.

"I'm going to sleep now," I said softly.

"We should all get some sleep," Ray added. They stood aside as I climbed the ladder, then followed me into the cabin. Soon, Gerard and I were alone in our compartment. Without a word, I climbed into bed, and waited as he quickly changed into his pj's. He crawled in beside me, and immediately pulled me onto his chest.

"I love you," I whispered.

"And I love you, my Angel." In seconds, I was asleep.