Grell carefully places the bloodstained piece of glass on top of Angelina's gravestone. He turns and walks back to Undertaker, taking his hand, and they walk down the path and out of the cemetery. After a few minutes of silence, Grell asks, "Are you going to tell Ciel Phantomhive about all this?" He's remembered that Undertaker frequently acts as an informant to the young Earl.
Undertaker shrugs. "I don't know if it would be wise to talk to him."
"Why not?"
"Recently he's not been too fond of me, after I said I was going to kidnap him that night on the ship. He takes everything far too personally, if you ask me."
Grell considers this. "I suppose so. What about William?"
"Ha, he isn't very happy with me either. Or you, for that matter."
"Do you think he'll try to capture you? Us?"
"Maybe," Undertaker says carelessly.
Soon they reach the funeral parlor. They stop outside the door. Undertaker looks at Grell and asks, "Are you afraid?"
"Not too much," Grell answers honestly. "William tends to underestimate people." He rolls his eyes.
"Yes, he does." Undertaker nods in agreement.
"So now what?" Grell wonders.
"I don't know," Undertaker replies, playing with a strand of Grell's hair. "We wait and see what happens next." He reaches out to push the door open, and holds it wide as Grell walks through. Then he heads inside, and the door slowly creaks shut.
