"Hello, Graverobber," she greeted with a smile.

"Hello, Shiloh." It had been too long since last he'd seen her. Since the Opera, Shiloh had become somewhat of a recluse. She mostly stayed inside her house, except to venture out when it was needed. Her pictures were still printed in the news as "the girl who gave up an empire." Graverobber had a lot of respect or her doing that. He was convinced that if she had accepted the responsibility of such a corrupt organization, it would have defiled her beautiful soul.

"We need to stop meeting like this," Shiloh jested. She reached down into her basket and withdrew one of her premade sandwiches. "Hungry?"

"Yeah." He moved to sit next o her on the floor and ate the offered food. Nourishment was hard to find on the street, and as a hunted man, it was important to always keep moving. So, when a meal presents itself, only a fool would turn it away. "What are you doing here?'

"Just spending some quality family time. "Graverobber gave a laugh. "How about you?'

"Figured I'd come home for a while."

"Hmm. So, it had nothing to do with Amber looking for you?" Graverobber looked shocked at Shiloh knowing that. She simply smiled an amused smile and nodded towards the door. "I heard Sweets' shrill voice earlier. You must have really pissed her off."

"Well, that's what I do best," he said with a smirk. "I piss of those in power. Amber needs to learn that she can't control everyone."

"Hmm," was all Shiloh offered and then they finished her picnic lunch in silence. As they ate, Graverobber watched Shiloh carefully. He thought back to the teenage who he had help to run from her problems, and the almost ethereal being that he gazed at. Shiloh's form had rounded out nicely. She wore a Victorian gown that definitely showcased her expanded bosom. No doubt she had grown tired of the doll like dressed that her father had kept her in. Shiloh had changed into a beautiful woman with skin that still was pale like a ghost.

"Well, where are you going next?" she asked as she began to pack her things to leave.

"I'll probably stick around the graveyard," Graverobber shrugged. He looked out the small barred window on the front door. The police had begun to multiply. Damn. Getting around was going to be a lot harder that originally thought.

"You know," Shiloh pointed out. "Amber will concentrate her focus on the graveyard because she knows this is where you're the most comfortable."

"I think you're giving Amber way too much credit in the thinking department," he jested. Shiloh didn't laugh, but continued to look serious.

"She runs GeneCo, Graverobber."

"You think I don't know that?"

"No, I'm just saying that she can be just as sneaky and maniacal as her father was. She is Rotti's daughter, after all." Graverobber couldn't argue that. Since Rotti's death, profits had doubled for GeneCo, meaning Amber had to know what she was doing. He guessed it was hard to see her as anything other than the drug addict that she always was with him. "You need to go somewhere she'll never think to look for you."

Graverobber mused over everywhere in the city. He would have to go somewhere other than his' usual haunts. He couldn't got to his' typical dealing spots because they were too open. None of the rehab places would be safe because they were littered with anti-Zydrate posters and his' former customers would have no problem rating him out to the authorities. Unfortunately, his' safe haven was being littered with Amber's police. After thinking about it, Graverobber turned to ask Shiloh if she knew anyplace he could go. He found her standing near her parent's portraits with a gas mask on. She held the other one out to him. He looked at it for only a second before putting it on.

"Follow me," Shiloh ordered in a muffled manor as she picked up her book and picnic basket. She looked like a holocaust Dorothy to him. Shiloh pulled out a flashlight from the basket and switched it on. Then, she pulled on a lever that Graverobber had mistaken for a torch holder. The wall with her parent's portrait moved and revealed a secret passage. He followed her into the rabbit hole, wondering where his' white rabbit would lead.

Graverobber followed Shiloh out of the darkened tunnel and into a softly light living room. There was an open foyer with an elegant chandelier that hung in the middle, providing light for the entire room. To his' left, he noticed an ornate fireplace with a 3D portrait that hung over it. These portraits had become all the rage years ago. When people began to die from the rampant organ failure, the photo company had marketed it as the only way to keep that person alive, like they were there. You could take any photo of the person and have it reprinted so the person stood out. The image could even be enhanced to make them appeared to be reaching out to the viewer. Graverobber instantly recognized Marni's image.

"Where are we?" he asked as he continued to look the house over. Shiloh took the gas masks and hung them on hooks by the door they had walked though. Then, she locked the door securely.

"My home," she informed. Graverobber felt a chill run down his' spine. He stood in the house of a known Repo Man. The money that Nathan had earned by killing people and taking back GeneCo property had paid for everything that he was looking at. It was blood money, but it had been well spent blood money. Shiloh disappeared into the kitchen with her things and then returned carrying only her book. She started to climb the stairs and then turned to stare at him. "Follow me, please."

Graverobber followed Shiloh up the stairs and into the room to the right of the landing. The door opened up to a study that was filled with tons of books. Pictures of some of the greatest thinkers hung on pegs around the room. Most of the wall spare, however, was taken up by bookshelves crammed full of knowledge. Shiloh replaced the book she had been reading. Graverobber looked at it curiously. "Is it any good?'

"Only if you like looking at organs and boned," she said with a smile. "This is my father's library. He's got books on everything from medicines to viruses to the nervous system. This vast library was one of his' pride and joys."

"I guess he used this to help in his' work as a Repo Man," Graverobber commented absentmindedly. It wasn't until he saw Shiloh's face change from the pleasant expression she had greeted him with in the cemetery to a more mournful, serious look. Her eyes lowered and she turned away, trying to hide it, but Graverobber knew it was there. There was an awkward silence before he said something to break the ice. "So…why are you reading it?'

"I plan on following in my father's footsteps, some of them anyway." Shiloh quickly changed back into her more pleasant demeanor. "I want to open a clinic out of the house to help people so they needn't rely on GeneCo for medical help. Also, I want to help those that GeneCo has hurt or ruined by some of its more lousy doctors."

Amber had made huge plans of expanding their employee database by hiring on anyone with a medical license. When that failed to bring in as many as she had wanted, she had expanded the requirements to anyone who had medical knowledge. This meant any Joe Schmo could become a GeneCo doctor. Amber didn't even test to see how much they knew. That meant that anyone who knew their nose from their asshole was in. This lack of proper training meant that people who couldn't afford the higher priced doctors on GeneCo's payroll were gambling with their lives. For those unfortunate enough to survive the operation, they were usually left horribly scared, and in constant pain. Graverobber didn't mind because this increased his' clientele database, but it seemed to upset Shiloh.

"You can sleep here on the couch. Sometimes Dad would study so late into the night that it would be easier for him to sleep here instead of in his' room. I'll get you some covers."

Graverobber began to follow Shiloh towards the adjacent hallway, but was mesmerized into a full stop. On each side of the hallway were lined more 3D portraits of Marni. She was everywhere. Some of them had happy expressions while others seemed more solemn. It felt a little creepy to Graverobber as he walked in the direction that Shiloh had gone, Marnis watching his every movement. At the other end of the room sat two opposing rooms. Both doors were closed, and he couldn't remember which way she had turned because he had been too transfixed on the portraits to notice. Flipping a coin in his' mind, Graverobber chose to go to the left.

Upon opening the door, he found himself immersed in what almost felt like a child's room. There were dolls and stuffed animals sitting on shelves around the room. At the little work desk was the workings of a bug project. The poor creature would be stabbed and stuck onto a board with its friends. At fist glance this seemed like an ordinary bedroom. The only thing that seemed off was the oxygen tent that encompassed the bed. Also, the many medical machines that lined the room.

"What are you doing?" a voice inquired behind him. Graverobber turned around to see Shiloh looking at him quizzically.

"I was looking for you. Whose room is this?"

"It's mine," Shiloh moved around him and entered her bedroom. Walking through the machines with expert ease, she reached the window seats and grabbed the blanket that sat neatly folded.

"Seems a little immature, Sweetheart," Graverobber pointed out. Shiloh gazed around as if examining it for the first time.

"I know. After my father died…I just didn't have the heart to change it. He wanted so badly for things to stay the same." Shiloh's features again darkened as she sat down at the window. Graverobber could only imagine the twisted sorrows that this young girl knew. Sometimes Graverobber was certain that he could reach out and touch the teenager he had met years ago. Shiloh averted her gaze out the window. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Shit."

"What?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"It's Amber." Graverobber quickly moved to stand next to Shiloh. He looked down at the street and saw Amber's personal car pull up towards the house. He needed to hide. Shiloh was already two steps ahead of him. "Follow me."