Three cloaked figures walk past a graveyard. They aren't the only ones here; several dozen people are scattered throughout, either crying or trying to hold back tears. As the three figures approach a certain set of gravestones, they pull back their hoods. It's Quantum, Kane, and Concussion. Kane lays a single yellow rose before a gravestone. As he gets up, he starts crying.
InfiniteBurn walks in and stands with them at the gravestone. Quantum hugs Kane, trying to give what comfort she could. "It's not your fault, Kane," she tells him. "No one could have seen this coming."
"But they're my parents, Jan," Kane said in a trembling voice. "I should have done something more, try to have been there…"
"There was nothing anyone could do," InfiniteBurn whispered. "Only a madman could have seen this coming, because that's the only type of person who could even imagine this."
We all stand there, staring at the gravestones. They read, "In Loving Memory, Jack Welsley. March 29, 1963 – April 15, 2013. In Loving Memory, Miranda Welsley. December 14, 1962 – April 15, 2013."
This is dedicated to the people of Boston. Our hearts are with you. May you find your families and remain safe.