Sparrow awoke, very disoriented. She sat up and stretched. After a few minutes she decided she needed to get up, and get ready. Once her satchel was packed up, she left the room. When she got into the bar, everyone was staring at her. Sparrow averted her eyes, and continued walking towards the bar.

"Good morning, seems you rested well." Dan greeted her, while cleaning a glass.

"How long was I asleep?" Sparrow asked

"About three days" Dan replied

"Oh wow. I can pay for them right now." She began searching for the small bag of gold she kept with her.

"Sparrow, there's no need. You've done so much for this place, and the town. Don't worry about being charged."

"Thanks, Dan, for everything." Sparrow then left the bar, heading once again to her home.

When she stood in that doorway, she questioned how she should begin the cleanup process. Does she work from the upstairs to downstairs? Or vice versa? Ultimately, she chose to begin downstairs, avoiding the second floor. She found a broom, and began sweeping up the broken glass and debris off the floor. Once the floor was clean, she went to the overturned bookshelf, picking it back up and the books that went into it. Pausing, she held two books in her hands. One was Rosary's favorite fairy tale book. The other, Rose's diary. She stared at these two books for about ten minutes, wondering if she made the right choice. Eventually, Sparrow put the books back on the shelf, took a deep breath, and continued cleaning up the mess. She began inspecting the floor and making sure the small pieces of glass were out of the floor boards. Finally, the first floor was clean, after about two hours. The realization hit that she would have to go to the second floor, again.

Sparrow stood for a long time, staring into the unlit fireplace. Just the thought of going upstairs again, knowing what happened up there, prevented her from making a move towards the stairs. After standing there for about forty minutes, Sparrow decided it was time to go. She began upstairs, taking the broom with her. When she got up to the second floor, she immediately avoided the corner that her bed was overturned in, and paid attention to the side that held Rosary's bed and toy chest. Sparrow began picking up the pieces to the toy chest, knowing she needed to dispose of them. She looked to the scattered toys, laying each one out gently. Rosary liked the toys she had, and never expected Sparrow or Bryn to get her another. She was grateful for what she had, a quality Sparrow wasn't sure how she gained. Sparrow often felt guilty about being away from her daughter. Rosary was born almost a year after Sparrow's return from the Spire, during the spring. It was only about six months later that the hero had to return to her quests. Lucien began moving fast, and if she didn't act then, he would get ahead of them. This caused Sparrow to miss many of her daughters first milestones. A tear rolled down her face. She couldn't figure out where to put the toys, and ultimately decided the best thing she could do was give them to the orphanage in Old Town. Sparrow's reminiscence was interrupted, though, by the sound of her front door opening. Her heart stopped. Searching for her weapons, she cursed herself, realizing she had left her sword and rifle in her room at The Cow & Corset. Sparrow rushed towards the night table previously next to her bed, and opened the drawer with the key she kept in her bag and searched through the drawer. This drawer was kept locked for Rosary's safety. When she finally found the pistol she had given Bryn, she hid in the only place she could, behind the overturned bed. Sparrow listened for footsteps, hearing whoever was downstairs take a few steps, and stop, as if observing the house. Soon, the footsteps began up the stairs, and Sparrow's heart began beating faster. When the intruder reached the top of the stairs, they stopped, and sighed.

"Woman lives in a mess of a home..." The familiar voice commented, "Way too small, as well..."

Sparrow listened for more dialogue, to see if she could place the stranger, before attacking them.

She heard glass shifting, as if the stranger picked something up.

"She has a child? I knew she was married, but I would have never guessed that minx had a little gremlin." Glass shattered.

Anger seethed within Sparrow, as she recognized the voice. She popped up from her hiding place.

"Rosary." The only word she seemed to be able to form in that moment.

Reaver whipped around, reaching for his beloved gun. He froze when he recognized the figure.

"Rosary," Sparrow repeated herself, "My daughter's name, was Rosary. She was six years old."

"Good lord woman! What the hell is happening up here?" Reaver took a step forward.

"Lucien, happened, Reaver. He and his men came in here, the night that we went to Wraithmarsh? While I was killing banshees and balverines, Lucien was here, murdering my family. Killing my little girl!" Sparrow felt herself going into hysterics, "When I returned to find out you had fallen for Lucien's trick...wait a second. You tipped Lucien off! You told him about us! That's how he...YOU'RE THE REASON THEY'RE GONE!" Sparrow couldn't stop herself from screaming. A new rage fulfilled her as she reached towards her back, forgetting she didn't have her sword. When she didn't feel the familiar hilt, she felt will building up inside herself.

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly have known th-how the hell did you get there?" The infuriated woman who once stood in front of him him was clearly standing to the back of him, he recognized the feeling of cold metal against his head. Reaver had been in this position before, and knew what to do. Reaching for his dragonstomper...where was his dragonstomper? He felt the holster it was alway tucked in several times, confused by its disappearance.

"What's the matter, pirate king? Not used to feeling your own weapon against your head?" Sparrows voice was cold, clearly filled with anger.

"N-no I guess not. How exactly did you get it?" Reaver tried to act calm, but Sparrow knew she had caught him off guard.

"You may claim the title of best shot in Albion, Reaver, but you've never fought another hero before. Do you know nothing of will users? I can manipulate time around me any time I want to. I would think a centuries old man would at least know that much. Face it, I've got the upper hand in this battle." Sparrow pushed the gun a little harder against his head.

The once fearless and outspoken pirate king was at a loss for words.

"So what went through your head when you gave all of our information to Lucien? When you led him directly to my home? Do you feel any remorse for killing a little girl? Or were you too concerned with the money?" Sparrow's finger wrapped around the trigger.

"I'm telling you, I never even knew you had a family. All I knew was that you were an escaped spire guard. Nothing else, I swear."

"Reaver you and I both know that's a load of bullshit. Everyone who knew about my family didn't even know Lucien was looking for me. Theresa and I were the only ones who know what happened that night he tried to kill me the first time."

"Listen to me, I didn't know anyone would get hurt. Sure, I've killed more than I probably should have, but I wouldn't resort to killing children. That's taboo nature in itself. Besides the man made it seem like he would leave us the hell alone." Reaver crossed his arms.

"Keep lying, Reaver. It will only make this much easier." Sparrow began to pull back on the trigger, and closed her eyes.