Just as a side note all things that are thoughts/memeories or written are in italics. I own nothing. Also, I'm not an on demand buyer so I don't know if there is a funeral scene in there, I apologize if there already is.

'Semper Fi'
These were the words that Amy saw through her glassy eyes as she watched others lay flowers on a flag-covered casket. The words that were forever etched onto a recently carved slab of stone.

"How stupid it is" Amy thought to herself "to give flowers to someone who's dead. I don't think Ken even liked flowers".
Then it hit her. Did Ken like flowers? She couldn't remember if this had even come up at any time. And now she would never know. She would never hear him say anything about himself again. She remembered the first night after Ken's death, her mind still asking Ken questions despite his absence.

"Where are you?" she had wanted to scream "Where have you gone? When are you coming back?".

Of course her mind hadn't given her any response, merely succumbing to the numbness. Merely making her believe all was right with the world, when really it wasn't. They had so little time, but Ken had said it was worth it. But to her, was it? She shook this thought away. Today wasn't about her, today was about Ken. To recognize his absence. She remembered something a child had wrote in a book that had surely been set out by Ken's mother for loved ones to write something. It had been written in a child's large and untidy scrawl, taking up half a page.

'When heaven's done with Ken we'd like him back, please.'

It was one of those stupid yet brilliant things only a child could come up with, which made it all the more precious. Amy knew who it was, there was only one child here, a small dark haired girl of maybe eight. Amy suspected she was a cousin of Kens or similar. She stayed hidden behind her relatives, often peering curiously at people she didn't know. She had already caught her staring at Mal and Natara, even Kai. But every time she kept her distance, until finally Amy caught the staring at her. The girl had quickly looked away, but seemed to follow Amy like a tiny shadow. Eventually this began to annoy Amy, and she wanted to yell at the girl.

"What do you want?" she wanted the scream, but kept these questions to herself "Why can't you leave me alone?". But she didn't. Her tongue seemed to have curled inside her throat, keeping her from speech. As if she had suddenly become mute from all the screaming that had occurred in her own mind. She wanted to be done. To scream until the world went in reverse, so maybe she could done something differently. To scream as if the very power of sound could change the past. Even if it meant she fell out that window, anything to make it so Ken's heart would once again beat. So warm blood would flow through his veins, making him once again sit up again, calling her 'Ames', which she secretly adored. So he would hold her close, allow her to cry until she was done. But if he could do that, she wouldn't need to cry in the first place. Because that would mean Ken was returned to the world where hearts beat and eyes blink. Where bodies were warm and animate, not cold and still. Through all this she could see Ken's mother, clearly past tears, say her last goodbyes. She could see Ken's sister, her face somber. What was her name again? Kesha? Well, whoever she was, there was now a single silent tear rolling down her cheek. Of course there was, it was the day they recognized Ken was gone. That he was never coming back. Amy refused to think that Ken was dead. She couldn't even force her mind to think of this four letter word, because this sealed the deal. That if she spoke or even thought of it, that it would become true and she would lose Ken forever. She watched as Ken's casket was lowered into the earth, noticing how everyone was staring. The little girl was staring once again again, but not at a person. She was watching as dirt was lowered on top of Ken's coffin. Her eyes were narrowed in dislike, clearly saying 'Don't do it. If you cover him up, he'll never come out again. He'll be trapped down there'.

But more earth was shoved on top, landing with a wet thud on the flag-covered wood. Afterwards Amy turned away, noticing the girl was watching her once again.

"Stop it!" she wanted to scream "Leave me alone!".
Knowing she wouldn't be able to escape the tiny girls piercing gaze, she left abruptly after the crowd had disbursed. As she walked to her car she didn't feel how hot it was, the sun mocking the terrible storm inside her mind. All she felt was a numb buzz across her fingertips, as if the sun couldn't reach where she was. She got in her car, driving towards the hotel she was staying at until her window was repaired. In truth, she didn't know if she could ever go home. That all she would see was Ken's ghost falling through that window. She pulled up, getting out and walking to the entrance of the building. Laughter caught her attention, sounding wrong and eerie in her mind. She wanted to scold the source of it. What right did anyone have to laugh while Ken would never laugh again? As she whipped her head around she saw a boy and a girl, teenagers, holding hands. They were walking down the street, basking in the fact that they had years to be happy. They passed a woman who was running to put a quarter in a parking meter before it ran out. Behind her a father balanced his son on his shoulders. None of these people cared that someone named Ken Greene had left the world forever. The world didn't simply stop for one person, it didn't end because someone named Ken Greene was dead.