Their impromptu conversation was interrupted by a strange rippling sound. The two of them ducked behind a wall just as the two Vestal demons from before appeared, carrying what looked to be a body. Matthew and James could clearly see their bright eyes glowing in the darkness. One of them opened the top of the dumpster as the other threw the load inside like a bag of trash.

"Is that Kim?" James asked in a whisper, pointing.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Matthew snapped back. "C'mon, let's go."

Just as the demons slammed the lid shut, one of the garbage cans lifted itself and flew towards him. It struck him with an unrelenting force, knocking him off his feet. He and his partner turned to see Matthew and James, with his hand still extended. James acted again immediately, sending another garbage can at the second demon. He was more prepared than his comrade. Opening his mouth, he let loose a glob of acidic goo that ate through the can faster than it took to reach him. He causally stepped aside as scraps of metal fell harmlessly to the ground.

"Where's our brother?" Matthew shouted, anger coursing through his veins.

"That's none of your business," one of the demons responded smugly. "He's where he needs to be right now."

"What did you do with Kim?" James asked.

"Was that her name?" the other demon asked with mock concern. "We had to take out the trash."

James tapped into his power again, waving his hand even more forcefully than before. The demon who referred to Kim as "trash" was jerked through the air and smashed into the wall, sliding to the ground. His partner ran to help him up, but Matthew was already running towards them.

"We'll see you again," the demon remarked as he and his partner vanished in a ripple, just before Matthew could land a punch.

"Dammit!" he shouted to no one in particular, hitting the concrete ground with his fist.

"We should get Kim's body," James suggested, "or at least see if it's really her."

"Alright," Matthew said after a while. He was still shaken up from not being able to fight. "You go in."

"No way," James said. "You go."

"Why me?" Matthew asked. "Climbing is more your thing."

"Dude," James said, "you fart all the time. You should be used to things that smell bad."

"Not a good reason," Matthew countered, looking back at the dumpster. "I'm not going."

"I'm not going," James argued. "You go."

"Hell no," Matthew responded. "Can't you just use your power to pull the body out?"

"Not if I can't see it," James explained. "That's why you should go."

"We're clearly not going to figure it out this way," Matthew concluded. "What should we do?"

"Rock, paper, scissors?" James suggested, holding out a fist.

Matthew sighed as he held out a fist. A part of him could not believe that he was resorting to this method of decision. One…two…three. James' paper covered Matthew's rock. He frowned as James grinned, nodding his head towards the dumpster.

Matthew rolled his eyes as he got a secure hold on the side of the dumpster. James gave him a boost as he hoisted himself up the side. He shimmied up the side. The dumpster was taller than he thought. Almost to the top, he firmly planted both his hands on the top, giving him enough leverage to pull himself up. Opening the lid with one hand, he quickly covered his nose with the other hand as the stench of the collection of garbage overpowered his sense of smell.

"What is it?" James asked from below, noticing Matthew's hesitation.

"What do you think?" he answered. "It stinks in here!"

"Then hurry up!" James urged.

Matthew took a deep breath and plunged into the inside of the dumpster. The smell intensified tenfold as Matthew became surrounded by all kinds of trash. Rotten meat, soiled paper, wasted vegetables, and remnants of drinks gave the dumpster an unpleasantly humid feel. The liquid trash seeped deep into Matthew's clothes. He had to lay flat on his back to keep from sinking into the sea of trash. His hand ran across something that did not feel like trash. It felt like a person's face. Upon contact, he instantly was sucked into a premonition. The two Vestal demons drag Wesley into a dark room, lit only by a torch. They restrain Wesley's hands so that he cannot freeze anything. Another, a different demon, stabs Kim in the stomach. Wesley screams loudly, but no one else is around. The three demons leave him alone in the darkness. Matthew shook his head as he came out of the premonition. He could almost feel Wesley's sadness. The little light that came from the streetlight allowed Matthew to see Kim's lifeless face. Her eyes were still open. He gently closed them as he pulled himself back to the top of the dumpster.

"Find anything?" James called from below.

"Um…yeah," Matthew said in a soft, almost inaudible voice. He threw his legs over the top and jumped down from the dumpster, landing in a crouching position to soften the fall.

"What happened?" James asked, keeping his distance from Matthew. As soon as Matthew landed, James could smell the stench of garbage at once.

Before Matthew could say anything, he turned and vomited behind the dumpster. The combination of the unbearable smell, seeing his brother's girlfriend's dead body, and the overwhelming feeling of sadness and despair pooled together and caused him to throw up. James turned his head as Matthew continued to regurgitate loudly. After a few minutes, Matthew took a deep breath and turned back around, shaking off some trash that stuck to his clothes.

"You okay?" James asked.

"It's Kim," Matthew said to him in a monotone voice. "Those demons we saw are working for some other demon, which was the one who killed her. They tied up Homeboy's hands so he couldn't freeze anything and made him watch her die, then they left him alone and the room went dark. Jimmy, the last thing he saw was his girlfriend dying."

"Oh God," James said, his tone joining Matthew's.