Eric walked into Bill's home and wrinkled his nose when he smelled blood. He turned and looked into what had been Bill's living room and saw that it was covered in blood. Bill stood there covered in blood as well. Eric had just come from burying Russell, the former King of Mississippi under tons of concrete. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled for the first time in five years.

"My, William, that must be the newest fashion from Milan that you are wearing," he said smirking.

"Yes, it is. It is called Queen," Bill said walking past Eric and down his hall.

Eric paused for a moment before turning around and looked at Bill's retreating back, "You killed her?"

"Yes, I did. With Nan's help, of course but the queen is dead."

Eric stood there for a moment thinking about what that meant. Sophie-Anne was dead; it meant that the order she had given him all those years before was now null and void. He could be with Sawyer. That was of course providing that the new monarch did not have the same objections that the former queen had had. Eric followed Bill down the hall and into the old kitchen of the Compton family home. He stood in the doorway and watched as Bill turned on the water in the sink and splashed his face.

"Who is the new king or queen?" Eric asked needing to know who he had to speak to in order to get his Vacker back.

"You are looking at him," Bill answered pulling off his shirt and tossing it in the sink.

Eric raised an eyebrow, "My, they have lowered their standards, haven't they?"

Bill turned and looked at Eric and wondered why he had expected anything else from the Sheriff of Area 5. He grabbed a dish clothe and tried to wipe the blood from his chest. He knew he would have to have a shower but at the moment he didn't want to track all the blood he had on him all over the house to the shower. He knew that he would just have to clean it up after and he really was not in the mood to do so. "Very funny, Eric. Is there something you would like or do you just enjoy standing there watching me strip?"

Eric smiled larger, "Please, William you are not my type."

Bill threw the cloth in the sink, "Since you are not going to bring it up, I will. Go to New York and get Sawyer back and be with her."

Eric was silent for a moment, "Is that a direct order or a request?"

"It's an order because if I make it a request, you'll find some excuse not to do it."

"I would not."

Bill gave him a look, "Eric, don't even try to lie to me. You have been waiting for this day since the moment Sawyer left. Now you can have her back, why haven't you left already?"

"I am not sure that Sawyer would welcome me. No matter how much I want her back, she may not want me."

Bill snorted and Eric stood there looking at him in shock. Since when did Bill Compton snort? "Eric, Sawyer will accept you back. Now, if you don't leave, I just may-," Bill smiled as Eric turned around and walked out of the kitchen not letting him finish. Bill was sure that Eric was about to head to New York to get Sawyer.

Eric walked out of Bill's house and slammed the door behind him. He stood there and suddenly this feeling of fear and pain ripped through him. Eric doubled over because of the pain and sucked in a breath. He knew it was Sawyer but what shocked him was after five years of barely feeling anything from her, he couldn't stop the feelings from overtaking him. He managed to stand up and knew that Sawyer was calling him; she needed him and it must have been bad because she was willing to risk the potential of the queen's wrath for him; Eric knew there was no way that Sawyer could know that Sophie-Anne was dead. Eric looked at the sky and sprung up into it flying towards New York. His Vacker needed him.