Filia didn't have much to do with her days, lately. She went to school. She looked for work. She tried to keep an eye out for Carol. Those were the only things that occupied her mind of late. The Skullgirl was gone, the Heart destroyed. There hadn't been any resurface in a good long while. Even if there had, even Samson had conceeded that the heart wasn't the way to go about things. They didn't have that to search for.

And who they had to thank for that lay under the earth in her own coffin, Leviathan curled around her in protective slumber.

Filia's only other daily ritual was to go to the grave of Sienna 'Squigly' Contiello. She didn't bring flowers every day, but today was one of those ones. The big white lillies spilled out over her arms, pollen dusting in the wind as she walked. Hopefully, Squigly had liked lillies - she hadn't precisely had enough time to ask her before she sank back into her rest.

As she crested the rise of the hill, she never imagined she'd have had a chance to ask her.

The skeletal hand burst through the earth, followed by a head and shoulders. Two heads, actually - Leviathan peeked out too. Filia's eyes widened and she felt Samson's jaw drop.

The lillies fell to the earth with a muffled rustle of paper. While Squigly dusted herself off, Filia's feet were already pounding across the ground to the disturbed grave.

"Squigly!"

She wanted to say a lot - ask a lot - but she couldn't form anything. Even Samson seemed to be struck dumb for once.