Mag had sensed her demise -maybe sensed isn't the right word as she was as aware of the contract as Rotti- as anyone who can all but feel the pendulum of imminent death looming over head. Part of her didn't want to believe Rotti would send Repo for her but she knew that was naive.

In the hour between seeing her living goddaughter and visiting her for the first -and last- time she met with her lawyer. In her many years indebted to GeneCo they had paid her and well to be honest.

All she had would go to the girl whose life she'd miss. After seeing her trapped in the house Nathan had turned into Marni's tomb she knew there was no better person to leave everything. The girl would definitely be able to blaze her own path finally free from her father.

Nathan knew Rotti wanted him dead, the men swarming him in his own underground Repo torture chamber was more than enough. He was smart enough to know everything was bound to come out. His daughter, his Shilo, would know everything if Rotti had anything to do with it.

He feared losing his girl more than losing his life. He'd been gone a long time anyways.

Realization came upon him. All he wanted was Shilo to find something that had eluded him for so long; life. Not existence, but true living.

Graverobber went straight to harvesting once the kid had freed him from hopelessly dangling in the GeneCo building without a drop of Zydrate. Leaving him completely unaware of the opera debacle until he came back from the mass grave he'd stumbled on with the kid earlier that seemingly endless night. He saw the re-run and the midnight edition of the Evening Slice. News travelled fast.

The whole story came out too, from the minor details of Mag being Shilo's estranged Godmother all the way to what really happened to Marni. It wasn't as much Nathan's fault as Rotti wanted everyone to believe as the story was told by some anonymous old Gentern that he'd bet was already brewing some good Z. She wouldn't be coming back for a second interview.

He felt some sympathy for the kid. Finally he knew why she seemed so unaware of everything in the world.

There was one thing about being a salesmen that really mattered. He didn't run a credit plan for his customers and he applied the same to himself. When Graverobber had a debt he paid. Which is why he made damn certain he never owed anything to anyone. He definitely owed the kid one though.

Bathed in the blood of all she knew she lay pathetically crumpled in a useless weeping heap on the floor.

As she wept on the floor in the atrium of the big empty house -her big empty house now- her mind ran wild with thoughts. 'So many things went horribly wrong. Was I never really meant to go outside? Will anything ever feel right again? How can I live in this vile rattrap world that I'm absolutely oblivious to? I was lucky the driver brought me home.'

She was left with a truck load of unanswered questions.

Everything in her ached. Her soul leading out to her body. Of course the latter was probably the start of the withdrawals. She'd missed more than 4 of her hourly doses and her body was noticing.

A/N: Hello out there this is my first story on here so I feel a little weird. Parts of the prologue won't be touched on for a few chapters so it's like you got spoilers from the jump. I feel like I'm writing this one a little weird so I'm a little nervous. :] Be kind to me please!