She turns on the water.
Tucking a golden lock behind her ear, she follows by pulling up the silver spigot, forcing the running water to turn into a fine hot spray.
She is covered in ash - Angel's ash. It is time to remove him.
A tear leaks unbidden out of the corner of her eye, mingling with Angel's remains as it forms into a single drop at the baseline of her jaw.
She looks down into the stark white porcelain as the black drop loses its grip on her chin. It suddenly splatters into the tub. The pounding water turns it into a small rivulet that courses its way down towards its final destination.
She watches in morbid fascination as the first piece of Angel washes down the drain.
