The three of us walked down a street filled with market stalls. Selling fruits, fish, among other human things. The sun was shining on my exposed arms, this shirt did very little for my arms. It was more like a vest.

"Look!" Death exclaimed, stopping in front of a fruit stand, seeing all the different things available to her. "Yum!" She was staring at the rosy red apples in front of her. "Ok, three, please," she instructed the vendor to get three apples. One for each of us.

"None for me, thank you," Dream announces, alerting the man to hold his action, and making Death turn her head over her shoulder to stare at Dream.

"They're good for you," she admitted.

"I'm not hungry," he responded.

"When are you," a snide comment escaped my lips, as I could not resist. We are beings who need no sleep, or substance to keep us alive.

"You can just have it later," Death insisted, but from here Dream gave a scowl that would put fear into anyone. Death took the hint, and turned her head back to the vendor. "Just two. Thanks," the vendor grabs two apples together, places them in each hand and rubs them both onto his shirt. I took a step forward, coming next to Death as the vendor handed out the apples to both of us. I thanked him as I grabbed the rosy red apple from his right hand. I turned on the spot and smiled widely at Dream, bringing the apple to my mouth and took a bite out of it. The juices flowed, and sprouted every so slightly, and the crunch of the apple was divine.

"That is delicious!" I exclaimed, taking my gaze to the vendor for a moment, offering a wide smile.

"Truly is," Death went on agreeing with my statement as she had taken a bite out of her own apple. I walked from the stall, and came to Dream's left, as we walked down the street.

"You are good with them," he directed that to his sister.

"Apples?" She teased him, knowing full well that he meant the mortals.

"Humans," Dream clarified for her, as she let out a 'Mm' sound, agreeing with him. I brought the apple to my mouth once again, and took another large bite out of it. As I chewed on the sweet taste of apple, I longed for something a tad-bit colder, and more appealing.

"You wouldn't mind if I change this?" I voiced my question to Death, but I didn't give her room to reply. Suddenly, the apple was wrapped up in red energy, and changed its form to that of an ice cream cone. With a large scoop, and a flake sticking out of the scoop. With strawberry syrup drizzled over the whole thing. A classic here in the United Kingdom. My eyes beamed with the sweet treat I am about to consume. I began to lick the ice cream, getting all the flavours from it.

"Bite?" Death asked Dream, holding up the apple to his face.

"No, thank you," he responded in his deep set voice, but it made Death bring back the apple to her own mouth.

"Hm. Have you seen any of the others since you've been back?" Death questioned, meaning if he had seen any of his other siblings yet. Dream shook his head, gesturing to that he had not seen any of them besides herself.

"Have you?" He retorted. Death took another bite of her apple, and thought for a moment, trying to recall when they had spent time together.

""Mmm, hmmm. We did have one family dinner when you were away," Death admitted. "The twins were in high spirits. Mm, Desire was, anyway," with each lick of my ice cream, it grew smaller and smaller, but the taste was unforgettable.

"With me gone, I have no doubt,"

"I don't know. I think Desire missed having their usual sparring partner across the dinner table," Death spoke, knowing in the past that Desire and Dream would but heads, and get on one anothers nerves. As siblings do.

"These family dinners sound like a blast," I chuckled at the end of my sentence, earning an eye roll from each of them. "At least you have siblings," I sounded a tad bit bitter at the fact that I had no one to talk to about all of this. The Lords of Chaos are not too keen to chat about day-to-day life.

"Any word of the prodigal?" Dream went on, dismissing my comments. Death turned her head to Dream, and shook it along the way, indicating that there was no news.

"No. Still missing... You were both missed," Death nudges into Dream, making sure he knew he was missed since his imprisonment. We continued to walk, but now in silence, it clung in the air between the three of us.

"How are you, sis? How have you been keeping?" Death was being sarcastic, as Dream hasn't asked about how his sister is doing. "Aw. I'm well, Dream. Thanks for asking," I couldn't help but smirk at Death. I could even see a hint of a smile on Dream's own face.

"How are you, my sister? How have you been keeping?" Dream turned his head to face her. Her gaze softened, as she wrapped her hand through his arm.

"I'm worried about my brother," she said the truth, as I could tell, anyone would. She was a concerned older sister. I was too worried about Dream. It was a familiar feeling I had felt long ago with Matthias. "And I'm enjoying this apple," she went back to her cheery old self.

Suddenly, a violin began to echo from a house that we all stopped at. It was a building complex with multiple flats being rented. It was quite beautiful to have an apartment so close to the river.

"Can you hear it?" Death asks, making Dream listen to the violin as it was being played.

"I know this piece," he spoke, turning his head from his sister back up to the building. "I haven't heard it in two-hundered years," I knew what piece it was from, and I too hadn't heard anyone play it in a long time.

"Come on," Death touched Dream's back for a moment, gesturing to him to follow. The ice cream cone in my hand suddenly evaporated in the red energy that once changed it from an apple.

I followed the Endless siblings into the building, and we followed the music that was being played on the violin. Soon enough we entered the apartment it was coming from. We walked down the hallway, and heard the man stop and cough hard.

"No. Don't stop, please," Death insisted that the man carried on playing.

"Uh, sorry for the noise," he apologised, as Dream and I came to the doorway, and saw him. He was old, wrinkly, and sagging in places. But I could tell he led a wonderful life.

"It's not noise. It's Schubert. Keep going," Death wanted to hear him finish the piece.

"I can't. He never finished it," the man chuckles at the end of his statement. "All we have is a fragment. Oh, forgive me, I... I am Harry," Harry said, adjusting himself within his chair.

"I know who you are, Harry," Death knows all. He looked kind of perplexed for a moment, not truly understanding the situation what was going on here. Death took a few steps closer, before crouching down to his level. "Do you know who I am?" She asked. He held a confused expression, but as he stared into her eyes, something within him clicked. Confusion drifted away, and recognition settled in.

"No. Not yet. Pleased," he begged Death to have some more time on this Earth.

"It's time," she was gentle with him, as she was gentle with all the others. Harry did not fight her on this.

"Can I just... There's something I have to say. If that's all right," he was asking Death if he could speak one last time before going to wherever he was destined to go.

"Of course," Death wasn't going to stand in his way. Harry placed the violin on a box in front of him, and adjusted himself in the chair. This time he places his hands together, and begins to rock back and forward ever so slightly. He began to speak Hebrew, praying to his God, before the end.

"Hear, O Israel: The Lord is our God. The Lord is one," Harry finished his prayer, and reopened his eyes as Death stood, and offered out her hand. Harry took Death's hand no problem, and she used her other hand to place on top. He began to stand with the help of Death to his feet. "I'm glad I said the Shema. My old man always said it would guarantee you a place in Heaven," Harry raised his hand and used only his index finger to point up at the ceiling, but he was pointing to the Heavens. "If you believe in Heaven," Harry looks back to the armchair he was sitting in and now sees his physical body, slouched back, and dead. "I look so old... So empty... So, I'm dead. Now what?" His eyes locked on Death. Literally, staring her in the face.

"Now's when you find out, Harry," I notice Dream turning into the next room, as Death guided Harry from the mortal world. I watched Dream enter the room, hearing Death's wings flutter through the room. It was touching to see that people who were dying weren't alone in their final moments, they had a guiding hand, and a warm face to look upon before the end. Though it wasn't really the end, but a stepping point.

Death was natural as breathing, but yet people fear it. No one truly wants to die, if they had a choice they would live forever. But even with immortality, you would beg for the sweet embrace of Death...

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