Their clothes – all black – snapped wildly in the wind, the late morning casting a dull grey light down upon them all. Leaves on the trees in the distance rustled endlessly like private whispers. All around, people's heads were bowed, their eyes focused only on the grass and their feet, not wanting to look up, as if by not looking up they could hide from the truth.

'…and may the Lord watch over his soul. Amen.'

Walt, Skylar and Walt Jr stood solemnly side by side. Walt Jr had his head bowed, looking down at the ground, not daring to look up and risk seeing his aunt's face. The grief was to fresh, the anger still brooding.

When the elderly priest closed his bible and nodded once, as if to himself, and turned to walk away, Skylar rested a hand on her son's shoulder, 'come on honey, let's go.'

When they turned to walk away, they saw that Walt was already crossing the grass, before stopping in front of a man in the distance. Skylar recognized it as Gomez, one of Hank's co-workers. They looked to be in solemn conversation.

'It really couldn't have come at a worse time,' Gomez was saying, 'we were just about to make a major drug bust.'

'Oh yeah?'

'Yeah, in some empty house in the suburbs. They had one of those big green tents over it, like the house had termites or something.'

'Huh, wow, that's really interesting. I mean, do you think it'll lead you anywhere in your case?' Walt asked casually.

'Our case?' Gomez responded, slightly confused.

'That Heisenberg fellow, I think you called him. The big shot.'

'Oh yeah, that's it. Hank was really focused on getting that guy. Shame nothing came of it.'

Walt looked over his shoulder to see his family making their way towards the car. Turning back to Gomez, Walt said, 'well, good luck with the raid. I hope it helps your case.'

'Yeah, thanks Walter. Condolences for Hank.'

When they were all in the car driving home, Skylar turned to Walt and said, 'Marie's really taking in hard.'

'Of course, her husband just died.'

Walt Jr made some sort of noise in the back, so Walt said no more. Skylar rested her head in her hand, closing her eyes and sighing. How could everything get so screwed up?

She turned to her husband, 'Walt, could you drop me off at the hospital?'

Walt turned to her with a look of mild worry on his face, 'why? Is something wrong?'

'I was going to visit Ted…' Skylar looked over her shoulder to see Walt Jr resting his head on the seat, his eyes closed. She continued, 'I was going to visit Ted and check if the situation was still understood.'

Walt grasped her meaning and nodded, 'yeah, of course. I'll just swing by now.'

In five minutes Walt drove the car to a stop right outside the hospital sliding doors. He looked over to his wife, 'make sure things are still alright, will you honey?'

She nodded, 'I will. I'll give you a call later when I need you to pick me up.'

She opened her door and got out before looking around into the back seat, saying, 'I'll see you later, Walt Jr, okay?'

Her son just grunted in response, his eyes still closed.

Nodding to herself, Skylar closed the car door and approached the hospital.