Through the course of the night, Lincoln was sleeping soundly, thanks to Luna giving comfort as he is sleeping with her in the top bunk bed of her and Luan's room. Snow was lightly falling on the ground again and there was still sadness in the air, even though Lincoln was still sleeping soundly. When it hit morning, everyone awoken from their sleep, with Lincoln and Luna being the last ones to do so. Yawning and looking on the window, Luna smiled to see more snow falling. Ever since she got her ice powers, winter was her new favorite season of the year (which wouldn't be surprising.)
She felt Lincoln slowly get up from his slumber and looked at the covers on top of his lower torso, and then out the window to look at the continuing falling snow, then he bowed his head in depression. Luna frowned at him, knowing that he still wasn't used to all that trauma he endured.
Losing a best friend can be the worst kind of trauma, even as much as losing a family member like that can be so traumatic. "Morning, Luna." he sighed, slowly getting down from the top bunk.
"You ok, bro?"
"I'm fine. Just... trying to move on from all of this. I know it wasn't my fault, but... Did you see the way she was... in pain?"
Luna got down from the bunker as well, and gently put her right hand on his left shoulder. "I know, Lincoln." she sighed. "We'll be there to help you out and understand what happened. And besides, we killed Abomination. So... her death wasn't in vain."
"True." Lincoln was really glad that Abomination was dead after all he had done. That was one less supervillain to worry about. "I never thought you would kill someone like that, Luna. Not saying he didn't deserve it."
"Oh yeah, totally." Luna nodded her head. "That turd deserved every bad thing he would get beyond suffering. Lucy can name all the bad things she can come up with since she talks to the underworld." That little response got a chuckle out of Lincoln.
"I know." he said. "I just hope her family is ok. They must be devastated."
"What can we do?" asked Luna. "It's best if we leave them alone. We don't want them to paint it more black for them if we talked to them right now."
"Maria talked to me yesterday."
"Good. I know."
"She gave me this." then he showed his big sister the shrink that Maria recommended yesterday.
"Dr. Peter Winchell, professional psychiatrist on 123 Patty Cake Street. All people welcome." Luna read aloud from the card. "Finest psychiatrist in all of Michigan." she looked back at her brother. "That's nice of her."
"Uh-huh. I mean, if he has a few PhDs, then he must be a good psychiatrist." Lincoln pointed. "I might look him up one of these days."
"Good idea... or, if he's too expensive for you, we can just talk to Snowball and he gives out free sessions."
"True. And we know the talking pig and where he came from." Lincoln said. "Look, I just need to take a shower and maybe get myself some hot chocolate."
"Sure bro."
Lincoln walked out the door and went in the bathroom to start his day.
"Is he going to be ok?" Luan asked, waking up.
"I don't know for sure." Luna sighed. "Bit we shouldn't try to mention it. I don't want him to cry any more."
"Same." Luan agreed.
In the apartment flat of Ronnie's family, Bobby was so much cola more than was good for him, up to fifteen glasses to be exact.
epression was getting to him and he can still hardly believe that his own sister was gone. An idea struck his head and he said:
"Wait, this is all just a bad dream." he said to himself. "Hehehe. Yeah! that's right! just a fever dream. I'll just wake up... now."
H tried opening and closing his eyes again many times to wake up from this nightmare. Ultimately, it was fruitless.
Oh I wish this was a dream!" he said to himself. He curled himself on the floor and began to cry hysterically as he rolled to and fro on the floor as he was sobbing. "Why? did it have to be this way? Why?! why?! Why couldn't it have been me?!" He then let out a high-pitched yell like in a tune.
CJ couldn't help but notice the strange sound and walked in the living room. "Bobby?" said CJ, "are you ok? What are you doing?"
"Oh, it's called keeping." said Bobby. "It's how the Scottish people mourn for the loss of their deceased family members. You just give out a cry like in a song."
"Ohhhh... Keening." CJ said.
"Wait, were you crying?" Bobby noticed the dry tears on CJ's cheeks
"Yes." his cousin trembled. Then he began lying in a position Bobby was in right now.
"What is going on in here?" Rosa came in the room. "Are you guys... keening?"
"Yes." Bobby said. "My sister is gone, I mean- who knew that a nice girl like Ronnie Anne would be killed like that in cold blood? Or... what if this is just a hallucination?" then he began laughing hysterically as if he was going insane. "Yeah! this is a dream! hahahahahahaha! A dream I can't wake up.
His deranged laughter was loud enough to wake the other members of the family. "Bobby?" Maria tried to talk to him. "Bobby!" ultimately, Maria had to slap her own son to knock some sense into him. "Get a hold of yourself!"
"I'm... I'm sorry, mom." said Bobby. "I just can't believe it." then he embraced her.
"I know." Rosa snivelled. "we miss her too." Then all of the family members embraced one another for comfort, crying.
