Six months in the future…
”Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” A man in a black overcoat tossed a handful of dirt into the grave before him. A group of fifteen people stood, umbrellas in hand, around the grave as the rain fell. Several minutes passed, filled only by the sound of the rain in the trees. Finally, the man in the black coat said, “Rest in peace Emily Caine, amen.”
Lightning flickered overhead and a tremendous clap of thunder sounded as the crowd disbursed. A lady in her early twenties walked to a car parked near the curb. As she was opening the door, the man in the black coat walked up.
”I’m deeply sorry for your loss miss…” He stopped as the wind blew the lady’s hood back to reveal her face. “I’m sorry,” he said, as she noticed the shocked look on his face, “it’s just that you look just like…”
”I know,” she responded, “quite bizarre isn’t it?”
He nodded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
”My name? I don’t suppose my name matters much anymore.” With that, she got into her car and drove away, leaving the man standing in the downpour…