The truth of the situation illuminates itself to Noe; the congregation has gathered for a funeral. Sniffles and wails trickle around the room. Burdened by grief, Mr. Henderson befalls his head and places his hand to his heart - as if collecting the tiny pieces it has shattered into.
"Nehruma," Ghost Girl moans whilst she stares at the beaming appearance of a young girl, her own unperturbed face framed right beside it. A deep dimple pricks the bright girl's cheek, as if the Omniscient came down from the Unknown Himself to pin that dimple into her bubbly face.
The brushing of the door, ever so loud in the dejection of the room, spins everyone's heads to gauge the new arrivals.
To the shock of Mr. Henderson and Noe, the five gang members stand in the doorway with one having mounds of bandages creening around his wrist. He jerks and bares his teeth upon making contact with Noe's towering figure.
