Gloria was laying on a bed in the guest room, crying in silence, trying to sleep but failing because it was the first night she was going to spend without her son alive in this world, while, in the main room, was Qualt thinking of this case in front of the window, his notebook right next to him and under the light. He needed rest, yes, but that affair didn't stop yelling in his head. He questioned every details and he turned the problem so much in every sense that he could have some nausea.
For him, only two suspects remained, even if more could be add to the list in the future: Merth and Henry. But, even here, he doubted about that. The Fizs where such hypocrites and Henry, the "shame of their family", could be a good guy but a shame for this hypocrite and overreacting couple and maybe entire family. And for Merth too, maybe. But, the answers to his hypothesis, he only was going to have them after some interrogation.
He read once again his notebook, desperately searching for any clue that could lead him to the possible culprit... But nothing. Nothing at all.
So he sighed and turn his head into the direction of the guest room, where Gloria was.
Gloria... Gloria... He thought about his sister and her horrible death. He remember the glimmer of hope he had... and the destruction of it when the darker killed her in front of his eyes. Now that he was alone, he didn't care about losing his life while fighting that killer. He wanted revenge, no matter what he had to do.
Then he thought about the Gloria in his house...
And then he realized that she was now all alone too... And that she was like that for some years, her hopes destroyed when she was out of the madhouse and when she saw the dead body of her son...
They were two lonely and tragic souls, wanting for revenge because of the loss the world made them have.
He turned again in direction of the window, watching with eager the sky. He stood silent for a moment.
And when, a few minutes after, Gloria woke up during that night, not capable of finding any sleep, tears were on his cheeks. She saw them when she came close to him to watch the sky.
They stood silent for a long moment, close to each other.
So close that their shoulders were touching.
And then, suddenly, she putted the side of her head on Qualt, wanting a bit of heath from another dragon, not controlling her gesture.
But that didn't bother the blue dragon, whose wing enveloped the red dragoness and whose head did the same as her.
Sadness can make peoples do lots of things. But, after all...
They were two lonely and tragic souls, searching for someone who could be a light into darkness, wanting some heath to the cold, something to grab to avoid falling into a dangerous void.
So they stood like that for a few minutes. Long minutes. They didn't talk, appreciating that moment that was becoming more and more close, intimate.
And, finally, they went to bed...
They went to the same bed.