What are the chances?

[lostinsecrets]

Lylith hung up the phone then made her way to her balcony door and unlocked it. Her steps were sluggish and her eyes were a little squinty in the dim light. The young woman yawned as she made her way to the kitchen and made herself and Lo a cup of hot cocoa. She highly doubted Lo would drink it, but that was fine, she'd just drink it for him. A

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[timeunchained]

Bartholomew loitered on her steps for a little while, hand set on the doorknob as he rolled the pros and cons of going inside around in his head. He had an original piece of newspaper in his hand that he had swiped from the library, and this date seemed to contain everything he needed to convince Lylith of.

Finally he knocked, two quick raps, sure to not wake her father.

[lostinsecrets]

Lylith set the cups of cocoa on the dresser and opened the door for him, smiling gently. "I left it unlocked for you." She held a cup of the hot cooca and scratched her head. "Do you want any?"

[timeunchained]

He shook his head - it wasn't rude of him to refuse her food or drink anymore, now that she knew his condition. Without hesitation he held the newspaper leaf out to her. "Here. I.. thought you might be interested.."

[lostinsecrets]

She took the newspaper article and turned on a light, her eyes adjusting for a few minutes before she began reading over the article. She would have thought that an Ethan dying in a fire was just coincidence, until she saw the picture. She stared for a minute, and apparently that was the only body that wasn't recovered after the destructive fire. She sat down on her bed, confusion scrawled across her face. "Where'd you get it?"