He entered a small kitchen that looked just like the rest of the home like it had been abandoned for many years now. Cabinets lined the walls, a screen door lead outside, a fridge on one side of the room, a stove and a few counters on the other. In the middle sat a wooden table, at this table sat a woman. He recognized her immediately. This was the woman from Bo and Nathan's memory; their mother, the one who had been screaming at them and beating on them. She looked older now; her once vibrant hair was dulled with streaks of gray going through it. She wore a black and grey floor length dress with white lace lining the neck and sleeves of it; unlike Juliet, Bo, and Nathan she didn't look physically scarred. She looked aged, her head was bowed and tears were running down her ashen coloured cheeks. In her hands she held worn down pages; Murdoc cautiously approached the woman, he took one of the letters from her hand and began reading it.

'Dear mama;

Nathan died, he was brutally murdered and not by an enemy. He was killed by one of us, an American soldier. Are you happy? Remember before we left how you said if we had been born girls this wouldn't have happened?

You told us we deserve bad things and nothing else, I guess you got part one of your wish. They found him with his eye gouged out; somebody had ripped into his chest. He looked so horrible and….I couldn't save him, I couldn't find him. I kind of wished that you had been here; maybe you could have done something if we had found him sooner. I wanted to tell you before the army told you about it. I can't stop crying, I can't believe that he's gone.

Love, Bo'

Murdoc felt a pang of guilt as he read the letter. He could nearly picture a then living Bo sitting in an army base crying as he wrote this. This heart felt letter to his mother announcing the death of her son.

"I tried to love them." The woman said her voice brittle.

"It was difficult; I never wanted a son, especially not two. I'm a good woman, a God fearing woman….Why am I in this place?"

"You're here because you're a wretched bitch."

Murdoc looked behind him to see Bo enter the room with Nathan close behind. The man with the slit mouth went over to the chair where his mother sat; he stood behind her placing his hands on her shoulders.

"I remember that letter; want to know what she sent back to me? She told me she was happy, told me that Nate deserved it; it was God's way of erasing the deformed evil from the world and she should have put us away when we had been boys."

The bitter hatred in the white haired man's voice was more than evident. Murdoc felt for them, not a lot, but he knew what it was like to grow up with a parent who fucked you around constantly. One minute treating you even just a little decently then the next breaking your teeth.

"Why is she here?" Murdoc asked.

"She's one of the people like Juliet who thinks they should be in Heaven. She figured my brother and I were either a curse from Lucifer or God testing her faith. She was supposed to go to Hell, but when a spirit is stubborn…Well they end up here."

"and yew and yer brother are 'ere cause yew wanna be."

Bo smiled and nodded.

"Yer finally understanding."

"Why am I here?"

Bo sighed; he left his mother's side and went back to Nathan.

"Don't worry you still aren't dead, we would throw a welcome party if you were." The younger man said laughing at himself; Nate looked over at his brother and smiled shyly.

"So wot then?"

"You have a deal with Hell so you're already a damned soul. You're also a man with an interestingly depressing past, hell even your present is depressing. You give off such a….The scent of misery you give off is almost enough to be poetic."

He felt uneasy with the hungry look in the other man's eyes. He thought back to what Bo had told him earlier; how they rarely got living souls in this place, how if he wasn't careful he could be killed and eaten, and then he would be stuck in this place like the rest of the supposed to be damned souls.

"So wot I learn some life lesson, become a decent bloke and learn to love God?" Murdoc asked smirking at the younger man.

Bo shrugged.

"Do whatever you want, but the important thing is that you learn to live with all of this. You think that you're over her, over what your dad did to you, and over bad things you yourself have done, but you aren't. You never will be, but right now you need to at least come to terms that you couldn't save her and that you're fucking up your present."

"So wot?"

Why did he have to forget, he didn't want to forget or forgive himself. He mildly enjoyed living in misery; when he was miserable he got angry with himself and that meant he would take it out on 2D if the twit was anywhere within reaching distance.

Bo smiled and shook his head; he reached down taking hold of Nathan's hand.

"I'm here because I can't let go of the grudge against my mother and Nate is here because he can't let go of me."

Murdoc went to ask him what he meant by that, but before he could speak a word the twins turned and left the room leaving him alone with their mother. The woman was still whispering to herself, he couldn't make out much of what she was saying, but some of it sounded like biblical verses. He didn't want to be stuck here, stuck with these people.