Winter’s still hugging him, crying. After a while, she carefully picks him up and carries him to the nearest cemetery. She takes care of everything, and she goes back to Arty’s apartment with a blank face, red eyes, and bloody clothes. She trudges into the living room. When she sees Toby, she turns to leave. 

Ivy blushes and chuckles softly. “[i]If[/i], my love. Then it’s when.” The woman squeals and faints. Ivy looks at her. “Well.”