I slept throughout that day hearing no cries at all. But there were cries none the less. That evening as I awoke from my slumber the door of the coffin room where I slept was thrown open. The sound of metal scraping against the ground and the pained, but low cry of the female I had met the night before filled the room. After the door slammed I pushed the lid off of my coffin. It made a loud bang onto the floor. I heard a fearful cry and the sound of metal grasping the doorknob. I walked up behind the female, who was direly frightened, and rested my good hand on her shoulder. It was bare and I removed my hand quickly. Something whipped past my face as I stumbled backwards away from the girl. I soon heard her sink to the floor and weep. I hadn't heard weeping in long time. I stepped closer and heard metal fall onto the floor making a few clinks as it hit.

"Calm down. It is going to do no good to weep now." she recognized my voice. "Do you need my cloak? I am going to turn on a lamp…" she sniffed.

"No, I don't need your cloak…" I moved towards a lamp in the room and sparked my claw by snapping my fingers together and lit the lamp. I looked at her. She still had the bandages around her chest area and her jeans, but when I looked at her right hand it was metal just like my left hand. A claw like, mine but silver, instead of the gold of mine and on the other hand. I moved to her and put my cloak over her back.

"Wear that until you can get a shirt." She shook her head and pushed it back at me.

"I don't need it…" she rubbed her face as I put my right hand on her shoulder and knelt in front of her.

"I insist that you do… Hojo has locked the door. You won't have a shirt for a while." She looked at me red eyes full of suffering.

"It matters not Vincent, I have the bandages…" I moved my hand and removed my shirt.

"Here.. Wear this instead of my cloak. I have no need for a shirt." She shook her head, but reached for the shirt. I helped her get it on and fasten it about herself. I then put back on my cloak and put my claw on the ground too. Metal scraped against metal as I did so. I had no realization that our clawed hands were even like that. My clawed hand resting on hers. She blinked at me and thanked me. She looked about and stood up. I almost fell as my clawed hand slipped off of hers. It was then that I realized that our hands had been close. I would have felt my cheeks grow warm if I was still alive, and I looked at the door. I heard her climb into one of the coffins and I saw that she had climbed into mine. I shrugged and let her rest there, as there were plenty big enough for myself. I picked up the top to my coffin and began to place it over the top when she cried out in fear. I put it down and began to try to soothe her fears of the coffin lid. I stroked her hair as I had done for the little ones who had become undead. She was merely a young one herself. She looked about twenty to twenty-five years of age.

"I don't want it on me I'm afraid of dying!" I sighed.

"I am afraid you already are Lucrecia." She stared at me. She looked rather surprised.

"You are the one Hojo said loved Lucrecia…" I nodded.

"No one has filled me with such happiness as Lucrecia."

She mumbled something; "No wonder Hojo wouldn't let me say my name." But I heard clearly.

"That is your name is it not?" she nodded. "Now I must cover this coffin with the lid so you can rest." she blinked and didn't look very happy as I covered the coffin and moved to another nearby and rested myself as well.