It has come.
Do not worry.
The pain has gone.
You are free.
The light falling from the large window onto the white floors was warm on her glowing skin. She couldn't recognize this place, or why she was here really. What she could was the other glowing person in the room.
Red hair, golden eyes, lone white coat with a splash of red and blue on his torso. His hands were in his coat pockets, and he was staring into a black casket at the end of the room. "Lovely day for a funeral, isn't it, Lucy?"
The woman's ears perked up at the name, knowing now that it was her own.
Around her, people appeared one row on either side of her, with their heads hung low. She could name the people on her left like a daily routine, while the people on the right were a tad difficult, but she knew them.
The man by the casket knew her and what was happening now. Lucy, a funeral, but for who? Why was he the only one that noticed Lucy walking down the aisle of people?
Who else?
"Who are you?"
When she stood at his side and looked into the coffin, her hair stood on end. She could identify the quietly resting body, placed peacefully in eternal slumber. It was her, something she immediately knew.
"I am Alfendi. Alfendi Layton. Do you remember me?"
Something stopped her from answering. Pain in her memories, of four years ago, with that name. She remembered him, knew him, missed him until she felt his fingers touch her own and she peered up at him. Inspector Alfendi Layton was the man she had forgotten for so long for some reason she wasn't sure of.
"You died, Lucy."
"I understand."
Why was she so relaxed about that? What was so bad about his name?
If she was dead, then why was Alfendi here?
"Don't think about it too much. When we pass, you'll find out."
He was here. Should he be here? Should she know why? Why was… he dead?
There was the pain. She frowned as he held her hand, able to feel nothing but the soft touch. Neither cool or warm, Lucy finally confirmed the thought.
"Are you ready?"
Alfendi was dead too. Was it the memory of four years ago, that struck her without warning, the moment of his departure?
He pulled her close, sighing as the sun shined brighter though the window. His body, so close to hers, glowed an odd purple. Alfendi almost appeared at peace with something. What was that little something that Lucy cared for the most? That revelation she thought she'd never forget?
Freed from the burdens of the life, you no longer have to worry about anything.
"Aye."
Almost to satisfy her, he kissed her and kept her fingers intertwined with his to ensure she stayed with him.
"I've missed you, Lucy."
"I've missed you too, Prof."