I'll be here wondering did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?

The Rumor was the one who found her the very early the next morning. She'd been watching TV when she thought that she'd heard a noise from Vanya's room. At first she'd hoped that someone else would get it. But as time went on she realized that everyone else was probably asleep. Rumor bit her lip irritably. If Vanya had managed to hurt herself while being paralyzed, then Rumor would be very impressed indeed.

So she'd gotten up and headed into Vanya's room. Everything looked normal. Vanya was in bed. And at first she'd thought that Vanya was asleep or at least pretending to be. Ever since Rumor had shown her the damage she had done Vanya had been making sure not to have to communicate with her. That really wasn't a big deal to her though. It wasn't like Rumor had ever wanted her company anyways.

If she hadn't seen the letter then she would've just left the room. But when Rumor saw the letter on her dresser an odd feeling had clenched her gut. She'd walked over to Vanya's still form and shook her once. When she didn't respond Rumor did it harder. Finally she ran to go get someone, anyone.

The first person she'd run into was the Séance. It was no surprise. He didn't sleep, just ate speed. Quickly she wrote down on her notepad;

"I think Vanya's dead."

Séance had looked at her stupidly for a few minutes.

"Of course she's in bed," he said vaguely, "She's paralyzed."

Irritably Rumor had circled 'dead' on her notepad. She shoved it in his face and he recoiled. He looked at her expression and shrugged. Then he removed his sunglasses and peered in for a closer look.

His eyebrows furrowed and he'd gone to get Spaceboy. At first he'd been incredulous as well, and more then a little apathetic. Spaceboy had said that it was highly unlikely for her to be so. She'd been quite stable the night before after all. Rumor had insisted though and he had agreed to follow her. Séance had kept a certain distance from them and looked puzzled.

Spaceboy had confirmed Rumor's original diagnosis and they had simply stared at what had once been their sister. Indeed she looked as though she was only sleeping, curled up like that.

"How would she have died?" Spaceboy asked, looking strangely at her.

Rumor gestured to the letter on the side table. Scrawled in pencil were the words 'To The Hargreeves.' His eyebrows raised and he unfolded it slowly. Séance looked over Spaceboy's shoulder to read the words.

Dear Siblings,

I know I've done something wrong. I can only suppose from what you've told me that it was something terrible. A few hasty guesses suggest that I'm responsible for Allison being mute and the death of a friend of the family. Saying that I'm sorry just doesn't seem to cut it if I did those things. But I am, more then words can express. Where I'm going, I doubt that I'll cause you any more trouble.

Vanya

It was hard to evaluate their feelings. For the past few months all Rumor had done was hate Vanya for stealing her voice. She'd sought her petty revenge in any way that she could. The stunt with the monitors had given her particular satisfaction. Being able to leave her trapped in a room with destruction she caused made Rumor feel almost comforted. But she had never quite imagined Vanya dead as much as she had wished it. She had never imagined that Vanya would have the faculties or the capability to kill herself.

Spaceboy didn't really know what to feel either. He'd been angry at Vanya and had never been close to her when they were children. The event down town hadn't exactly warmed his feelings towards her. He'd been content to just leave their relationship at a strictly distant level. He looked at the letter, scanning over it more then once. It was only a few lines, written with all signs of sincerity.

Séance didn't really care. To him it mattered very little whether anyone was alive or dead. Of course, if they were dead then they wouldn't talk to him unless he wanted them to. Not that Vanya had ever been very talkative. That had been her best quality. Still, her death filled him with one concern, one that he voiced immediately.

"So, any volunteers to tell Kraken?"