"Sure! Thanks for inviting me."Emma said. She knew he didn't trust her. Emma suspected her cheerful demeanor made him suspicious but in all honesty she couldn't help feeling absolutely relieved to see people again. At this point, she didn't care if she got killed. There wasn't much to live for anyway. She just wanted some company after years of solitude. Her heart ached as memories of her family came back to haunt her. No. Emma didn't want to relive that moment again. She took a deep breath and pushed it out of her mind. It was then she realized she was wasting time standing around. Glancing behind her, it seemed she wasn't the only one with a heavy heart. She had looked in time to see Timothy wiping his eyes. She let him march past her, quietly singing an all too familiar song. Emma joined him and took his hand comfortingly. She gave him a faint smile, "You don't have to be ashamed of crying. I think everyone alive in this world has lost someone important to them. It doesn't make you any less stronger. " She let go and followed Dean up into his house. "You know my dad always used to sing that song. He was a big fan of it. Guess it never gets old, huh?"