Sam walked into Smith's Grove shaking the rain water off the umbrella. He was expecting the same old, same old till he came to the front desk. "Hello, I'm Dr. Loomis I'm here for Myers appointment with me."

"I'm sorry, Doctor I'm afraid Mr. Myers can't see you today. He's been sent to the emergency room."

"The emergency room?" he asked shocked. Myers was a quiet and dangerous man. He was more likely to have injured someone bad enough to go to the hospital not the other way around. What had he done to put him in the emergency room?

"Yes, doctor, his appendix exploded about an hour ago. His scream was enough to wake the dead. The ambulance has already taken him so do you want to make then appointment next week?" Sam nodded his head and told the nurse to leave a note for Myers that he was here then left. I guess I'll see you early Judy, he thought to himself. Every Friday after the visit with Myers he would go to the cemetery to visit her grave. As he left the parking lot he thought about Judy.

Back in his younger years he loved Judy immensely it just started to fall apart. During their marriage Judy was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The voices in her head kept telling her to do things, mostly to kill herself. She would have died if Sam hadn't found her attempting to drown herself in the sink. "I must do it Sam! I must, they told me to!" she would scream. Once the doctors gave put her on meds the voices were gone but the pills made her 'unresponsive'. Judy didn't want to do anything, not even have sex which drove him to the arms of Ginger.

Once he reached St. Peter's Cemetery the weight of guilt felt heavy on his shoulders. After 13 years of being married to a woman who never loved him at all he never knew Judy died until he knocked on her door. "Where's Judy?" he asked so long ago. The woman looked up at him in surprise.

"Don't you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come inside, you need to sit down when I tell you." The woman was named Amy, a friend of Judy's. She told him she killed herself 13 years ago right after the divorce. She stopped taking the pills and the demons in her head told her to take her life. He didn't want to believe it then but seeing her grave devastated him.

It stopped raining outside, Sam was about to walk out of the car when he looked back at the red umbrella sitting quietly next to the drivers seat. He didn't want to go through this alone. Seeing Judy every Friday caused him to feel guilt so great that no matter how many pills he took it was unbearable yet he had to visit he. After all he abandoned her. Taking the umbrella he walked over to Judy's grave on the hill. He wasn't the only one visiting the Cemetery.

While Sam was climbing the hill to see his deceased wife Carys was a foot away visiting her parents. She watched her parents literally kill each other in the kitchen. Carys was hiding the pantry watching the whole bloody spectacle. Her parents were never once violent to each other ever. She laid a lily to both of them. In the beginning she was angry with them. Why did they suddenly kill each other and leave me alone in a world of monsters? She asked herself that question all the time until she finally came to the conclusion it wasn't their fault. "Something made you guys do it but who?" she asked them knowing they will never respond. Carys jumped in surprise as she felt something roll next to her.

"What the hell?" he said to herself almost laughing. Someone has lost a red umbrella. She picked it up in her hand and looked in the direction it came from. Somebody was on a hill and she needed to see who. Walking up the hill she saw the person wore a tan trench coat with short white hair. Carys guessed the person was an older male but she could be wrong. As she got closer she knew he was defiantly a man by his nicely trimmed beard and this man looked very familiar.

"I'm so sorry Judy," he said, trying to fight back the tears. He didn't know Carys was standing behind him until she put her arms around his chest. The umbrella on her left and his hand on her right. She could feel he was still in grief over this, it needed to be fixed now.

"Sam it's not your fault."

"Yes, it is….I left her to die," he cried, there was no stopping the tears now. At least there was a shoulder to cry on even though she made him feel vulnerable. Carys pulled away from him, at first he thought she was going to leave him here all alone with his guilt and grief but she didn't. Carys put her hand to the ground in front of the tombstone. A bluish light was emanating from the ground, engulfing her whole hand. "What is that?" he asked in wonderment. Carys didn't respond. She lifted her hand from the ground, a blue shiny mist danced around her hand like a flame.

Sam began to wonder if this was real or not. Whatever it was Sam began to back away one Carys's glowing hand inched toward him. "Don't be afraid, it's actually a good thing. It'll make you feel better," she said. If it wasn't for the honesty in her voice he wouldn't have believed her but he did. Carys put her hand to his chest where the mist went into his heart. It was a shock at first then he felt a feeling of….peace.

"What does this mean?" he asked feeling puzzled by how peaceful he felt. Carys smiled, "It means she forgives you. It also means you shouldn't dwell on the past, there was nothing you could have done. It would have either been the demons in her head or the pill the doctors gave her that would have taken her life." Sam wanted to say it wasn't true yet she was right. Either one of those would have eventually killed her and there was nothing he could do about it.

Carys took his hand once more. The sadness was still there but it wasn't as bad as the first time she met him. Sadness was like a bacterial infection, you need to take all the anti-biotic in order to get rid of it and the sadness infested his house. If Carys let him go home the sadness would build up with a vengeance. She couldn't let him go back, it'll kill him.

"Sam come home with me."

"Why?"

"Trust me, you don't want to go back home at least not yet." Logically he would have tried reasoning with her but for some reason he trusted her. Once they left the grave of Judy Loomis it began to rain. They held hands under the red umbrella as they went to his car.