"Why did he have to go?" Peter asked Elizabeth after he made his emotional speech. Elizabeth dabbed at her eyes with a Kleenex and said, "He didn't d-deserve to die this young." she cried out, sniffling slightly. Her eyes were swimming with tears as she spoke very quietly. It sounded as quiet as when someone was sleeping and a rat was walking around on the shiny, new hardwood floors.

Elizabeth thought back to some happy times that they had in the past with Neal, but right now, she couldn't think of any...she buried her face in Peter's chest. She cried silently and continued her silent little vigil as people passed by her, not bothering to look at her.

Diane was boiling with anger, she was so pissed off at that damned reporter who had the nerve to come into a funeral and shove her stupid nose and that overly large camera, recording a girl who was obviously mourning. She passed out for goodness sakes, she shouldn't have been recorded! Diane drank her water bottle and then stalked away over to Lauren.

Lauren looked at Diane, "Hi." she said silently, her face was pushed into a tissue and her eyes were swelled and blotched. Diane looked at her, tears welling up in her eyes, she hugged Lauren, crying silently.

Lauren was the first to pull away, she nodded, and walked out of the building, still tears down her face. Alex was sitting in the same spot that she had been sitting in the whole night, looking off. Diane sighed, everyone was so...sad.

Jones was going around and looking at all the things lied out on tables. Hat, bottle, pictures, clothing pieces, sketches, painting, certificates, etc. Jones looked at the hat the longest. "Neal was wearing a fedora when he died." he whispered to himself. "What was that?" said someone. Jones looked up to see Mozzie standing right next to him. "Hey Mozzie." sighed Jones. Mozzie nodded his hello.

They were standing in an awkward silence until Mozzie broke away. Jones sighed.

Peter and Elizabeth were sitting in there seats, huddled against a bench, crying silently. Elizabeth's head was against Peter's shoulder after she had lifted it up briefly from Peter. Peter rubbed her back gently.

Diane watched as Lauren walked back in, she had seemed to calm down a little, but still had tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked much paler and her cheeks were flushed. Diane walked over to her, "Are you okay?" she asked. Lauren shook her head, meaning no. "I-I'm h-having trouble b-breathing." she panted. Diane rubbed Lauren's arm and said, "Here, come and sit down. You need to calm down a little." she nodded and walked over to a seat.

Diane watched her closely, making sure she was fine. After she calmed down more, she got up, "Thanks Diane." she sighed and walked to Peter and Elizabeth. They started talking, but Diane didn't know what they were talking about, but she figured it was Neal.

Jones was sitting by himself, it was a sad sight to see everyone so hurt. He looked as though he hadn't been crying much, he had probably gotten it all out when he witnessed the actual death. He sighed and then got up, throwing his water bottle away. Hughes was walking around, he looked as though he hadn't cried at all, but we all knew he was suffering somewhat for the lose of a great asset of the team. He walked over to Jones and patted his back. They started talking, Jones and Hughes smiling occasionally.

It was oddly quiet and no one was talking. Elizabeth was still crying silently, Peter rubbing her back, tears running down his face as well. "I'm never gonna get over this." she sobbed, blinking more tears out of her eyes. Peter nodded, "I don't think I will either." he sighed.

June was crying into a tissue all by herself, she had been looking at the posterboard of pictures of him. She saw one of Neal and her and she had broken down completely, crying to herself, quietly.

Jones and Hughes had stopped talking. Lauren was alone again. Diane was sitting by herself. Elizabeth and Peter were embraced together, sitting quietly. June was sitting next to someone she didn't know, very quietly. Mozzie was by Alex, they were visiting quietly. It was very quiet in the building.

Alex had been looking down and talking silently with Mozzie for some time. Mozzie was cracking few jokes, it was a very dark time right now. It felt as though no one was going to heal. People were trying to cope, but they couldn't. Even the people he didn't know well, they had cried.

"No more tears, please." a voice said, it echoed and bounced off the walls of the quiet building. Everyone turned around and saw a thin, lanky figure standing in the doorway. He had brown, wavy, hair. His eyes were sharp and blue. He looked familiar. Peter got up.