Portsmouth, England. The monochromatic colors of grey infected every inch of the town, down to the wet road that Kai trudged upon. Depressed buildings hunched forward towards the street stooping over Kai, making him feel smaller than he had already felt. The only color to be seen in what felt like miles, was red. The red which adorned the bouquet of roses that Kai held in his thin hands.

It looks like rain today.  He smiled at the endless grey sky, Victoria always loved the rain.

He looked down at the ground at his scuffed shoes, his ripped trousers, his dirty petticoat, with matching wrinkled undershirt adorning drops dried blood around the tattered collar. He noted the slight limp in his walk.

He wanted to go home, but it was already too late.

He was already there.