Xander sat staring into oblivion in the meeting room on the couch. He had brought Dakota's body in after he died and he gotten to explain to everyone what had happened. Amazing though it was, no one accused him of killing Dakota, not even Pearl.

With heavy hearts they had put his body in a back room until they could properly bury him. The cries echoed in the night. A great light had gone out.

Nicole knelt next to Xander on the couch, and put a hand on his arm.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

Xander shut his green eyes. He had never felt more confused in his life and he needed to get out. He stood and left the room without a word. In his own room, he laid on his bed trying to make sense of it all.