Melody realized the thought path she was going down would only result in further stress and confusion for herself. Heaven was a bizarre concept for wizards to accept, even those who attended church every so often. She nodded at his words, unsure of what to say to carry on the conversation. Her thoughts were everywhere and nowhere at once. Lucy was dead, and that was really all there was to it.

She looked once more towards the night sky before withdrawing completely. "I'm going to go to bed. When you're done out here ... could you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone ..." Melody barely waited for his response before climbing back through the window. He would or he wouldn't, there was no sense in waiting for the possible rejection.