Chiro knelt by the ashes of the place that had once been his home. Now, it was a memorial for his family and all that they had given to the community.

He placed some flowers by what had once been the doorstep.

He fought back the tears until he realized he was alone. Then, he let them flow freely.

Poor little Amy. She hadn't deserved this. Nobody could possibly deserve this.

A metal hand touched his shoulder a few minutes later. It was Antauri.

"Chiro, we were worried about you." The silver monkey told him. Then, seeing that the teen was crying, he added. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Chiro looked into Antauri's eyes and saw nothing but concern. He hugged the monkey and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Amy…" He cried. "Oh, Amy…"

"Chiro, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here for you." Antauri said softly. Chiro nodded. "Someday, that Jose will be sorry for what he's done. We can only hope that day comes soon."