The graveyard wasn't empty so he had left the goggles in the lab, it was daylight, after all, and it wasn't as if he had come to steal a corpse. Don't you think? He had brought a new machine hidden in a bouquet of flowers so no one suspected a thing. He hadn't been there before but he knew exactly where to go: Right, left, left again, to the east wall, but he stopped when he saw someone sitting opposite to the grave he intended to visit. Just for a second he thought on the possibility of leaving, just in case it was Hammer or something, how foolish of him coming unarmed.

The person saw him, and noticed him looking back so now Billy couldn't run away. But the other person stood up and Billy saw it was just a little boy so he kept walking to the tomb.

Form a distance, he turned on the machine. It was a very smart device built to find calcium underground so if there was a body it would light up like a Christmas tree on the small screen.

With his heart beating fast he approached more, he couldn't breathe properly. What would he do if there wasn't a body? He wasn't likely to call the police, that's for sure. Anyway, He didn't know if he would bear seeing her again, dead and underground. He had no idea of what he wanted to find but he knew he wanted to know.

He came out of his thoughts when the machine beeped; he looked at the screen steady, blinked. Well, at least it was an answer. There were the bones glittering like they were mocking him. That was it; it had to be a relative, the evil girl. But he couldn't think about it right there, right then. He sat more or less at the same spot the child had been 'cause he was about to be sick. He threw the machine and the bouquet at the marble stone and it crashed loudly, at least the machine did, the flowers landed gently.

The boy, who was standing very close to the stone, ignored the machine but looked for a long time at the flowers, then looked at the man with the face in his hands.

"You DO know it is pointless to leave those flowers there, don't you?" Billy stared bemused. "Especially if you are looking for that Penny girl."

"And who are you, may I ask?" Billy just didn't want to talk right now so his question was as obnoxious as he could. Again the boy ignored it and shrugged. "I just thought you should know. I'm Nobody by the way."

Horrible noticed then the black paint in his hand. What the hell was that child doing – He looked around – , alone, in a graveyard with a bucket of black paint? "And does Mr. Nobody happen to have a surname?" Horrible was concerned, not that he was to admit that to anyone but he didn't like children to be left alone and he put aside his own troubles for a second just to make sure of the farewell of the child.

"Yes, of course, everybody has a surname, I'm Nobody Owens." Then the child started to paint letters on the stone. Horrible was about to stop him but it wasn't his job and was curious. "Why are you here? Where are your parents?" The boy sighted "They are far, far away, all of them. As for the why, this man down here didn't seem to like having the name mistaken."

Horrible blinked twice before reacting. He reached for his machine, which fortunately wasn't broken, and turned it on again. How could he have missed the obvious facts? The hipbones, the skull, the height and the most important one, there were no broken ribbons. It was a man.

"What…?" Is all he could say. Nobody tried to explain a little. "The man was a tramp and died of pneumonia some time ago, his family couldn't afford the funeral and that nice girl suggested the idea, the ginger one." Horrible didn't want to know how the boy knew all that. He was trying to understand all the information. He was intelligent, of course, but his brains seemed stuck at some point.

He thought again of the boy and how lonely he was, but somehow he didn't seem lonely anymore. He ended the name and turned on his heels. "Are you leaving?" The doctor nodded. "Me too, many places to go, it is a big world." Both went back to the main door and talked for a while, more like Billy answered numbly to a lot of questions. "You know?" The boy said before waving goodbye "That grave was much visited the first day, but after the funeral only the family of the man came, until today. It was very sad."