Brooklyn remained on the floor as Sam got up to go to the police station. She knew she should go with him in case he tried to commit a mortal sin... but for some reason, she felt as if she should stay home for the time being. She didn't want to see the harsh condition of her lifeless body.

Ms. Hanson located Louie's diaper bag and quickly changed him. Then she washed her hands before scooping him up in her arms. "I know you're not feeling much right now, but it will hit you like a truck when you're older," she spoke empathetically. Looking toward the doorway, she added, "It's already hit your daddy with the weight of a [i]million[/i] trucks."

She carried the baby over to a framed photo on the wall. It was from the times before Louie was conceived. Both Sam and Brooklyn were facing the camera, with Brooklyn standing in front of Sam. His hands were wrapped around her waist. He looked down at her with a wide grin as his girlfriend laughed. The photographer had taken this before snapping a serious photo in the same position. Afterwards, they all agreed this version was much better than the stiff serious one. 

"Your mother was a good woman," Mrs. Hanson spoke after a period of silence. She pointed to Brooklyn on the portrait as if Louie couldn't identify which one was which.  Cooing, Louie reached out towards her with his hand wide open. His grandma carefully lowered the baby's hand. "No, no, don't touch it, sweetheart. Just look. Remember her face. Don't let her become an unimportant person in your life. She's the one who gifted the world with you."

Brooklyn watched this with a sad smile. More than anything, she wanted to make herself visible and reunite with them. She may be dead, but she didn't [i]feel[/i] dead. How could one feel as if they're gone when they're still there?

Mrs. Hanson strolled away from the portrait to set the child down in his crib. Then she walked over to the kitchen. As she took out the milk formula and a container of soft baby food, she hummed a tune to herself. "It's only a matter of time before you move onto solid foods, isn't it?" She spoke aloud, glancing over at Louie. He had no response. Instead he laid on his back as he played with a purple rattle. Chucking to herself, she walked over to him and scooped him up. She proceeded to take him to the couch to feed him. 

Brooklyn stood up and walked over to the door. With nothing else to do as long as Sam wasn't around, may as well start learning how to fly. She reached out for the doorknob, but then hesitated. 

She pulled her hand back.

Then she stepped through the door.