A/N: I felt sorry for Maria... I have to admit. Seeing her Fiancé die like that. At least her woe didn't last long.

Anyway time for the next chapter!

Two weeks later, Harry found himself at Jonny Rockwell and Maria Hernandez's funeral. He wasn't exactly sure why he was there. He had tried to tell himself and had told the others it was because he felt guilty that he hadn't managed to save them, but that wasn't entirely the reason. He had, in the end, decided to come simply to apologise and to wish them a happy afterlife, if there was one. He may have had some reason to be there, but sure as hell didn't know why Ed King was so Harry decided question him after the funeral.

"I didn't want to believe they were dead because you said I was after them," Ed responded. Harry nodded to show that he knew what Ed felt. Though he was doing a good job of it, Harry could tell that Ed was terrified. He was too.

"What's your number? If I see anything, I'll ring you, okay?" suggested Harry as she took his own phone out of his pocket. Ed put his number in Harry's phone whilst Harry did the same for Ed. Ed looked like he was about to walk away when instead he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and pressed it into Harry's hand.

"If I don't make it," was all he said for clarification and then he did turn and go, leaving Harry alone. Harry unfolded the sheet. At the top was some log-in information, which Harry assumed was for the blog. However, it was the bottom that caught his eye. It simply read: 'The Mortician knows'.

That evening, in Ed King's house, his mother was making dinner for him when the microwave sprung into life. The sudden mobilisation of the microwave made her jump round in shock. As she went to turn it off, her phone rang. Pressing the 'cancel' button on the microwave, she answered. It was their next door neighbour.

"What?! I'll be right over!" She announced, once her friend had finished her story. "Ed, I'm just going round next door, keep an eye on your dinner please?" She called up the stairs, before hastily putting his dinner in and running out the house.

Harry was idly flicking through the channels at that same moment, when it landed on an image of flames. He bolted upright. If anything screamed 'sign', this did. He simply couldn't divert his gaze and only just managed to change the channel again, onto an advert for half-price kitchen appliances. After a few minutes of frantic searching, he found a piece of paper, scrawled upon which was Ed King's phone number. Hastily, he dialled it.

In Ed's bedroom, his phone rang, which made him jump. Reading the caller ID sent a shiver down his spine, he knew what this call meant. Gulping, he accepted the call.

"Ed?" Harry's voice questioningly greeted him.

"Yeah..." he breathed, trembling slightly. An awkward silence followed. Ed plucked up the courage and decided to get it over with, "What did you see?"

"Umm... I saw fire... in my TV. The screen might be important, I don't know, but watch out for fire."

"Fire..." Ed repeated quietly, "Well, thanks." It was then that he noticed the smell of something burning and spotted a wisp of smoke emanating from his computer screen. "Um, speak to you later, hopefully." He hung up. The smoke grew thicker and began to come from the computer itself too and he slowly began to choke. Stumbling out of his room and slamming the door behind him, he decided he needed a drink. In part to combat the dryness brought about by the smoke and in part, in his mind, to celebrate escaping death.

Just as he was grabbing a can from the fridge, the microwave started up again. He moved to turn to microwave off, which was right next to the fridge when:

PING!

He microwave stopped and the noise made Ed, who was still thoroughly nervous, drop the can he was holding. He bent down to pick it up again when suddenly:

BANG!

The oven exploded.

When Ed's mother had wheeled round in response to the microwave the first time, she had knocked a bottle of cooking oil onto the opened oven's door, which then rolled to the bottom of the oven. The oven had finally ignited the bottle, sending the door flying off. The oven door crashed into the fridge door, which in turn slammed shut with such force cracked Ed's head like a nut in nutcracker, blood, bone and brain spraying everywhere. Ed's mostly headless body fell to the floor. More pieces of skull fell off as he hit the tiles. The heat of the explosion singed his clothes whilst shards of the oven and kitchen cupboard showered the kitchen, some embedding into Edward King's remains.

Harry arrived in time to see the fireball erupt in the kitchen. Getting out of the car he saw the flashing lights of a police car approach quickly and skid to a stop outside the next door's house. Ed's mother burst out the front door only to be held back by Officer Jay Gibson, as Harry had called him before leaving. For the next few moments, Harry felt like he wasn't really there, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion . More police came and cordoned off the scene. An ambulance followed with the coroner to collect Ed's mutilated corpse. All the neighbourhood appeared to see what had happened and upon hearing the news, surrounded Mrs King to console her. Harry watched on, not feeling like he was really there. His trance like state was broken by Officer Gibson.

"How are you coping?" He asked.

"I didn't save him..." was all Harry could say.

"You couldn't have done anything to prevent this," Jay reassured him.

"I could..." Harry whispered. He took a deep breath. Another officer ran over.

"Jay, I think Mrs. King is good to talk now," he announced.

"Cheers Mike, I'll be right over." Officer Gibson replied and Mike ran off again. He turned to face Harry again, "Now, focus on the next one. You can beat this, and I'll try to help in anyway possible, kay?"

"Alright,"

"Good lad," Jay patted him on the shoulder and gave him a half-hearted smile, "I've got to help finish off here, but if you want, I'll drive you home."

"I'm okay, I think. Thanks anyway." Harry declined, "The ticket collector's next, if you could keep an eye on him..."

"Sure thing." agreed Officer Gibson and then walked off to where Mike was talking to Mrs. King. Harry returned to his car and taking one last look at the unfortunate scene, he reread the piece of paper and drove away.

He wasn't heading home however, his destination was in fact the mortuary. Once there, Harry descended into the depths and walked into a fairly small room, on one side was a large fire pit for cremations. The flames reminded him of his failure to save Edward King, adding large volumes guilt and sadness to the ball of emotions that were currently dominated by fear.

"So, we have another one." A deep voice echoed behind him, Harry whirled round to face its owner. He would have laughed at the fact Ed had sent him to what was literally a tall, dark stranger, if everything about his this man seemed to soak up the light.

"Erm... Someone suggested I should come see you...?" He half stated, half asked.

"You mean Edward King? That was a nasty one."

"What?"

"He's through there." He gestured the dark doorway behind him. Harry wanted to run through and apologise, but even though it seemed like an invitation, the prospect was so uninviting.

"Why was I sent here?" Harry asked instead.

"The same reason as the others. To find a way out of death." The Mortician replied. Harry realised that he man's expression hadn't changed a bit since he appeared and wondered if he had emotions

"Is there?" Harry blurted. The Mortician just smiled what Harry though was the creepiest smile he had ever seen, almost as if he'd read Harry's thoughts. He wished that the man had stayed emotionless.

"Your friend already knows how." With that, he turned, the shadows enveloping him as he left the room.

"Which friend?!" Harry shouted at the darkness. There was no reply. He didn't really expect one though, so Harry left too and reappeared in the cemetery. Despite his surroundings, Harry felt more at ease after being down there. However, he drove out of there as fast as could anyway. All the way home he asked the same questions over and over again.

Which friend? What do they know?