The night was eerily quiet.
Vivian didn't know if it was because the weather that was coming to freeze the lands of Bonelake or it was because of the emptiness that had come to fill them after they had visited the deceased. Like the way they had made a trip to Paul and his families grave, Leonard had taken her to where his parents were buried. Being a man of few words Leo stood there holding Vivian's hand in his, letting the silence encapsulate them while letting the silent words transfer to the dead.
