Theme Song: "Don't Do Anything I Wouldn't Do" ~ Fright Night II Soundtrack
As Jerry and Charley walked into the house, returning from Charley's mother's funeral, all Charley felt was tiredness. Over the last, past, few days, he felt as if he had been running on empty, planning, grieving, fighting back Jerry's concern for him, and then back to grieving again. He needed rest, his mind needed rest, and more than that, he needed a bit more alone time, to grasp the fact that his mother was truly gone, to have that resonate in his mind permanently so that he could thrive in the days, weeks, months and even years to come of the rest of his life.
So as Charley was about to walk to the stairway, he stopped and glanced back at Jerry, not feeling the desire to look him in the eyes.
"Um, thanks for bringing me back," Charley said in a low tone. "Goodnight."
"Wait, do you want something on your stomach before you go to bed?" Jerry replied.
Charley scoffed with a shake of his head. How could he even think of food at that moment? All he had on his mind was the worry of how he would cope without his mother being there with him.
"No, goodnight," Charley replied, almost roughly before going up the stairs.
As Jerry watched up dash up the stairs, Jerry felt a pang of sadness for Charley. Jerry knew exactly what Charley was suffering through, Jerry could feel it, the essence of Charley's pain was so strong that Jerry, being the vampire that he was, could even almost smell it on Charley, engulfing him; And for the first time, for the first time in over four hundred years, light tears stung the back of Jerry's eyes, the same tears that he felt stinging his eyes the day he and Regine found out that their parents were gone, never to be seen by their eyes again.
As Charley walked into the dark bedroom of his and closed the door behind him, he slid down to the floor, up against the door, clutched his knees to his chest, closed his eyes, and listened to the silence, the frightening, grieving silence of being alone. As he had his eyes closed, he pictured his mother's bright, glowing, beautiful face, that smile that she had that could brighten the darkest room, warm the coldest heart. He pictured her bright, gray eyes of hers. Her voice, he could hear her voice in his ears, he could hear it all around him, as if she were in the room with him right then and there. The feeling, the remembering nostalgia overwhelmed Charley so much that he broke down into sobs, harder sobs than when he was at her funeral earlier, and the more he cried, the more he could feel the pain, the grief being released from him, leaving him so that he could - heal.