Mourning Jack's sudden and unexpected death hurt just as bad as it did back when she mourned the loss of her own mother. As she stood over his fresh grave, the burial only a few hours ago which she happened to miss, Lily couldn't help but attempt to reconcile the mismatched events of Jack's life. For nearly half an hour, she stood in complete silence looking down at the ground where his still body was buried. A simple headstone with his name, birth and death dates, and a message all engraved was the only indicator within the large cemetery that her young friend was gone for good. 

"Goddammit, why did you have to leave me as well," Lily whispered, a single tear escaping the corner of her left eye. Images of the last time she had seen him popped into hear head uninvited, making her even more emotional than she was before. She hugged herself for comfort as the tears continued, not noticing the shadow about 20 feet behind her. The figure hid behind a tree, watching her, remaining just as still as she was. Lily only became aware that somebody else was there when a squirrel dashed across the ground and up the same tree, the sound of the leaves startling her into reality as she turned around to see where the noise had come from. She caught a glimpse of the man, and knowing that he had been caught, he sprinted in the opposite direction. Lily's heart was already racing when she broke into a run after him, regardless of the fact that he had a good distance on her. 

"Hey, stop!" but she knew better than to expect the stranger to do as she said. As the two weaved through headstones, tress, and whatever other obstacles were in their path, Lily noticed the distance between them slowly increasing. By pure luck, Lily realized she had her gun with her. Stopping for just a quick second, she reached into the bag that hung across her torso and pulled out the weapon to take aim. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Lily heard some movement behind her followed by a sharp pain on the back of her head which made her drop to her knees, her hands by her side now as the weapon dropped next to her. 

"You shouldn't have gotten involved," was all she heard from a familiar voice before being knocked unconscious by another blow to the head.