Fang, Iggy, and Gazzy all helped clean, change and set up a funeral for Max.

Nudge and Angel cried and let the boys do all the work.

Fang was teased with a phone vibrating in his pocket and he was trying to ignore it, though his leg was beginning to go numb from the vibrating. He just wanted to have a calm time at Max's funeral.

"What's wrong, Fang." Nudge asked, wiping her large brown eyes, trying to smile.

"You know..." he pointed to the white carved coffin that Gazzy and Iggy had carved.

"Yeah, I-I do." Nudge said, trying to wipe more tears away, and tried to fight bursting into more tears.

"It'll be okay." Fang said, giving Nudge an awkward pat on the back. "I'm sorry I had to do this." he said, moving away, a little bit awkwardly.

"I won't understand, if that's what you want." Nudge said, in a whisper. "I don't know what you were thinking, and I.... I don't even want to try to guess what you were thinking. Sorry, Fang. You must understand why I'm saying right?" Nudge said, a new desperate stream of tears decorated her face.

Fang looked away for a moment. "Yes, I understand. I'm insensible." Fang said, frowning a lightly.

Nudge noticed the look on Fang's face. "Sorry, Fang.... Really. You are just a little.... I dunno... I guess misunderstood, because you are always silent, and the only one that knew you was Max and now she's... g-gone." Nudge said, beginning to cry again.

Fang bit his lip and fought tears as he moved away from Nudge. He walked to Angel, who was curled in a ball, weeping herself sick.

"Angel... I'm sorry." he said, as he lifted her face from the grass, and trying to clean her face of the tears a bit.

"I-I un-underst-stand." she said, through hiccups.