A regal black woman approaches a grave in a section of a grave yard no has visited for years. The dates on the tombstones ranged from the 1910 through the thirties. The woman stopped in front of a grave inscribed with
Samuel Atticus Pocklinton
January 2nd 1901- April 23rd 1938
Hard worker, loyal friend, and truly beloved
The woman pulled a single violet from the bouquet in her hand and placed it on the man's grave and spoke with regret evident in her voice. "My promise to you was broken Sam. She was killed, collateral damage to an artifact that almost destroyed the world. I can tell you she sacrificed herself to save someone she loved. The two of were so similar it's no wonder you got along so well. You make me a promise now; I do not know when I'll join you where you are, but when you see Leena again you take care of her, better than I did."
She then walks to a newer section of the cemetery. Here multiple people dressed in black were gathered around a freshly buried grave. A girl with red hair in her early twenties had her faced buried in a man's chest who was not much older than her. He stroked her hair and back as he looked down on the plot. Two brunette women stand around silently with a man around the same age, all clearly trying to hold their emotions until they were alone, though all were wiping their unshed tears from their eyes. And lastly the saddest scene at the grave; a man in his late 50s was weeping at the edge of the plot. A blonde woman around the same age was rubbing his shoulder trying to comfort the inconsolable man. The woman approaches the group, and sets the bouquet on top of the compacted dirt.
"Shall we begin?" The others looked at the woman with obvious respect and the young girl pulled her face out of her companion's chest.
"Um, I'll start I guess." The brunette man stepped forward. "Well Leena was the best mom anyone could have asked for. She treated us and the artifacts as her kids and even when I first met her she just radiated kindness…
"Hello, is anyone here?" A man about 27 with sandy blonde hair, walk around the veranda of a large house in the middle of nowhere. 2 days ago Samuel Pocklinton was a police officer in Chicago, Illinois. That night a woman appeared in his apartment offering him a job at some place called Warehouse 13. She mentioned his reputation would be forgotten there and that was something he needed. So he found himself on a 7 am train from Chicago to Rapid City, South Dakota, and from there he had a 2 hour car ride to where he was now. A manor on the outside of this small farm town called Univille. He sat down and put his hat on the table next to him. He dozed off in the warm South Dakota air. His nose was filled with the scent of violets as he opened his eyes to see a young black woman setting a glass of ice tea next to his hat. The woman noticed Sam's eyes opening and she smiled.
"Hello, I suppose you were the man calling out earlier?" His eyes widened and his neck gathered a blush. As he stood up he started to speak.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know if anyone was here and it's been a long couple of days." He nodded to the chair and his hat. "My apologies at the state you found me in, Miss?"
She smiled wider as she offered her hand. "Leena, and it's no problem. I knew you were coming but sometimes it's hard to hear all the way out to the porch. Would you like me to show you your room? You can bring your glass up if you think you might take a nap before meeting the others." Samuel grabbed his hat and bags.
"Oh no mam, I should be good until night fall." He followed her up the stairs not being able to tear his eyes away from her. Walking down the hallway she stops suddenly and opens the door, after she turns around they collide lips almost touching. She backs up right away and blushes.
"I can call the rest of the agents in while you get settled."