She felt like she'd been wandering for days. She didn't know what to do. He was the only one she had ever known. And now he's gone. But she should hate him, shouldn't she? He lied to her, drugged her, killed her mother. So why was it that she still loved him, missed him?
Shilo knew she had to get out of the house, to go somewhere, find someone. She couldn't stay locked in her prison forever. She went to her mother's tomb and out to the graveyard. But he wasn't there. She went to the place where she'd met the addicts. The alley was empty. "If I were a graverobber..." Shilo spoke into the air absentmindedly.
"You wouldn't be yourself," a voice answered back. Shilo gasped and turned to find him standing there, looming over her. Her face brightened into a grin. "What are you doing here, Kid?"
"Looking for you."
"For what?" the Graverobber asked with a perplexed look.
Now that she thought about it, she felt really stupid. She didn't know why she had been looking for him. "I... needed someone... I guess." He looked at her as if to say 'A strong girl like you never needs anyone.' Shilo stuttered, "I'm lonely."
He nodded, seeming to understand. He'd never admit it, but he got lonely for a friend sometimes too. "Stick with me, Kid, and you'll be all right." Sometimes he just wished for someone who actually cared about him and not his profession. Seeing Shilo again made him think that she was exactly what he had been looking for.