She had only ever seen dead bodies in photographs, but now, standing here and staring blankly at the bodies of her dead parents, she could only feel numb. It was taking all Faye had to not collapse to the ground in a weeping mess, to keep her trembling legs under her.

"Miss. Watson, are these your parents?" A singular, gruff voice chopped through the tidal wave of grief which was storming through her. Faye looked up through long lashes at the pot bellied officer with graying hair. She closed her eyes before giving a small nod.

" I will give you a moment." Said the officer before he left the cold room. If only, Faye thought, it took a moment. She opened her once crystalline eyes which were now stormy, they landed on the bodies which were half covered by a thin white sheet. On unstable legs she crossed the glossy tile to the bodies, not even wanting to associate them with her once living, smiling parents. She raised a shaky hand and grasped the thin sheet, which was like spider web silk in her fingers, bringing across the corpses. Faye stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. She suddenly felt claustrophobic and raced out of the room.

Faye entered the sterile white hallway, her heart pounding erratically, her stormy eye's shot around wildly. Silently she slid down the wall behind her, hugging her knees to her chest. Don't cry, Do not cry... She repeated to herself as her throat burned. She could feel all the pain, the sadness and the broken dreams as she sat there. Her parents were dead. They weren't coming back, her mother was not to make her soup when the London air was crisp and cool. Her father wasn't going to take her to see lights on Christmas eve. It was ruined. "Faye?" A rough voice cut through her sorrow filled thoughts.

Slowly she lifted her head up from her knees, her fiery hair hung in her eyes. She blinked a few times, trying to decipher whom the person was. Her breath was knocked from her as she realized with slow thoughts who it was. Faye shot up and embraced the familiar figure in her arms, glad they returned the show of affection.

"Uncle John." It was a breath of a word. "Baby girl." John spoke softly. Faye gently let go, stepping back, taking time to analyze her uncle. "You found out before me." She whispered almost hurt that her uncle would't have contacted her to tell her. "I was going to call you as soon as I found out, but I thought you might want to find out for yourself." He explained, sorrow painted his voice. Faye swallowed down the lump in her throat and looked back at her uncle.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice almost inaudible. His eyes softened as she sat down on the ground. He sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her into him. "Oh Faye. It's okay." She looked up at him and nodded. John rose to his feet, pulling his neice with him.

"Come on, lets go home." He spoke softly, pulling Faye away. She cast one last glance at the room that contained her parents.

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