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Julian was sitting under a tree, her hand resting on her stomach that had a slight bulge. She was smiling and humming to herself.

Amnity walked up to Credo too, but examined it for a bit. It wasn't too bad...Just a couple of bullet holes, but other then that though, it looked okay. With a sigh of relief, she sat down and stared at the lake....It was so peacefu- CRACK!!!...Aww shi- Suddenly, the wooden seat under them snapped and she let out a light yelp before she hit the grass. She groaned in both anger and pain, now sitting in a pile of broken wood. "....Bugger..."

"Aww...Credo..." Amnity felt a bit sad....Credo was special...Now it was just a pile of broken wood. With a sigh, she held Mephlius' hand and got up. "So many memories...." She looked down at the once whole seat, then up at Mephlius. God...I didn't expect to be this emotional about a chair... A single tear rolled down her cheek as she turned away, covering her eyes with her hand. "Sorry about that...Just feel a bit...I don't know.."

"A proper burial? Or cremation?" Amnity wiped her eyes, smiling a bit.

"I didn't bring a shovel..." Amnity looked around for a good place to bury...Wood. Her eyes trailed out to the lake and a great idea came to her head. "...How about a water burial? Credo is old and had been staring out at the lake for probably...50 years?" She shrugged, stepping closer to the shore of the lake. "Like the Icelandic did in the 7th century...I dunno, just a suggestion."

Searching around the rubble, she found what she was looking for. It was a piece of wood with the name "Credo" engraved on it. Amnity smiled, remembering the night she carved that name there. It seemed a bit crazy that they were giving a broken bench a funeral, but not to Am, Credo was special. She reached into her jacket pocket, taking out her black bible. Flipping through the pages, she took a deep breathe before reading the verse before her.

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.Therefore we are always confident and know that as long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord. We live by faith, not by sight. We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one’s birth." The zealot read from the bible ardently, her voice filled with the little hope that brightened even the darkest nights in hell.

Amnity chuckled lightly, closing the bible as she wiped her tears away with her sleeve. "Credo was a good friend....And, yeah...R.I.P old buddy." She reached down and picked up a the few broken planks, gently placing them into the lake. They cold lake water carried the wood away, deeper and deeper into it's frigged cold clutches.

The hunter turned back to Mephlius, a smile still on her face. "...Was that considered an interruption? If it was, It wouldn't be the most delightful one."

He walked around the park,looking for Amnity and Mephilius with the train squad following close behind.As he wondered around with his squad he spotted two people near the edge of the lake."Amnity and Mephilius?!"He yelled as he neared them,from the distance he was at he couldn't tell.