Dylan stirred the coals in the fireplace as Kennedy left the living room. He added a few more logs, and the heat quickly spread, making a slightly windy sound. He felt tired but more hungry than anything else, realizing he had just breakfast, Dylan traveled to the kitchen. He searched the fridge, settling on making ham sandwiches.

He couldn't let go of the feeling Kennedy would act the same with him as she did with Martin, so he made a coffee pot. There was no way he would go to sleep. He rested after the spell broke and had a few hours of sleep after it. He felt tired, but it perhaps was an emotional overload for him. Kennedy was always protective of them, and Dylan knew that very well.

Once Kennedy stumbled on Dylan and his uncle mid-fight. As Uncle Shawn was about to hit Dylan, Kennedy intervened and received a punch to her right cheek. That was the first time Dylan saw his uncle scared. Luckily for Shawn, Kennedy didn't take any measures against him. She just dragged Dylan from the backyard and took him to her house. Kennedy walked with a bruised cheek for weeks, telling no one what truly happened.

That was the moment he really saw her as someone special. The problem remained that he still wasn't sure which of his memories were true and which were made up by Helena. Dylan shook his head at the thoughts. While snacking on sandwiches, he decided to pack his and Martin's bags.

Soon he washed the food with coffee and traveled upstairs. He packed the luggage and took everything to his car. Resurrectionis arca lay in the Lexus as Dylan dropped the bags inside.

He opened the box and stared at the item. It still felt mesmerizing, not by its looks but by the power the crown possessed. Dylan closed the lid of the box and soon locked his car. He took a coffee pot and a cup and traveled upstairs. While waiting for Kennedy to rest, he sat in the corridor and looked through his emails and the stock market.

He felt startled by a hushed squeak. Dylan realized he drifted to sleep, he felt unsure for how long. Kennedy stood in the doorway of her room, her eyes held wide.

"Enlighten me," Dylan said, bending his elbows to his knees. "What was your plan?"

"To wake you, of course," she replied, dragging her luggage into the corridor.

"Yeah, sure," Dylan sarcastically said.

Kennedy moved toward the stairs. Dylan picked up the empty coffee pot and cup, soon following her downstairs.

"We need to take Martin's things," Kennedy said, traveling to the kitchen.

"It's packed and in my car," Dylan said, placing dishes on the bar.

"I thought you were tired," Kennedy said, opening the fridge. "And here you are, half asleep and sitting on the chair," she added, picking food from the refrigerator.

"I will take this to your car," Dylan said, ignoring her remarks.

He grabbed Kennedy's bag, and the car keys and soon traveled outside. The day felt warmer or perhaps being in Alaska for the last couple of days let Dylan adapt to the forgotten atmosphere. He put Kennedy's bag in her car and traveled back to the cabin. Kennedy packed the food leftovers and soon they locked the cabin door.

"Dylan," Kennedy said, opening her car door.

"I'm not giving you the box," he replied, walking toward the Lexus. "It's not like you can dig the grave all on your own." He unlocked his car. Kennedy slightly nodded, holding a sad smile on her face. "Meet you at the cemetery," Dylan said, sitting in his car.

Kennedy nodded and jumped into the Mercedes. Dylan left the cabin first and Kennedy's car soon followed the Lexus. The drive felt quick since it was still early morning and there were just a few cars they met on the road to the cemetery. Dylan tapped his fingers on the driving wheel, trying to match the tune of the song. He had to admit the next part seemed nerve-wracking.

Sure, he had seen people who passed away, but digging graves wasn't something he did every day or ever before. Kennedy's car bypassed him with the last miles left until the cemetery. Dylan realized he slowed down his speed. Not intentionally prolonging unavoidable acts. By the time he reached the place, Kennedy was taking out the shovels from the trunk of her car.

The cemetery was old, therefore there was no parking lot. People rarely visited here, and if they did, they left their vehicles by the side of the road. Tall pine and oak trees surrounded the graveyard. People did not abandon the graveyard entirely since they considered it as a city's heritage. Dylan parked his car just behind Kennedy's Mercedes. She closed the trunk of her car and walked toward Dylan as he climbed from the vehicle.

"Here," she said, giving him shovels. "I will take a chest," Kennedy added, traveling toward Dylan's car's trunk.

Dylan didn't even have a chance to respond. He waited for Kennedy with the box and soon locked his car. Kennedy seemed in a rush, traveling between tall trees and not looking back. Dylan followed her. While he waited for her to rest, he conducted a plan, and it was time to protect Kennedy. His plan was part of the reason she felt so eerie on the drive here.

Soon Dylan caught up with Kennedy, she stood in front of a wide mossy gray gravestone. The plot had a black rusted fence around it. Dylan noticed Kennedy gulping a few times.

"This one," she spoke in a whisper.

He scanned the grounds and hopped over the fence. Soon Kennedy joined, taking one shovel from his hands. They worked in silence, there was nothing to say considering the circumstances. By the time they dug a shallow pit, the sun rose, drowning them in a thick fog. Dylan noticed a red material covered by the sand.

"Stop," he said, glancing at Kennedy. "We found something." Dylan squatted and inspected the cloth. "I think it's better if I do the rest part alone," he added, noticing an emblem on a fabric.

"Why?" Kennedy asked.

Dylan lifted his sight to Kennedy. She seemed tired, her forehead held drops of sweat. She brushed the sweating away, still holding her eyebrows in a deep furrow.

"You don't need to see him this way," Dylan explained. "I will brush this away and let the spell do the rest of it."

Kennedy wiggled her knee. Her sight remained fixated on a red cloth. Seemingly, she thought about his proposal. Soon she nodded her head and climbed from the pit, taking both shovels and dropping them near the fence. Dylan couldn't see her anymore as he lifted his head toward the cloudy sky.

He inhaled deeply, the air seemed very pure and the power consumed his body. He started to brush the dirt away. From the cloth, Dylan judged they found Hayden's torso, therefore he swiped the dirt to the side and traveled up. As more ragged material appeared, he found what should be Hayden's shoulders. It seemed there were not that many bones left, and Dylan hoped he could find the skull.

"Expolitus," Dylan whispered as soon as most of the body seemed visible.

The dirt slowly rolled down from the bones and clothes. The spell was useful to clean such things, but without a vision of what the spell caster intended to clean, it was dangerous to use.

With a rattling sound, Hayden's body appeared. He lay on his left side in a fetal position. There were hardly any bones left, and his clothes barely had any material left as well. They got lucky, Dylan thought as most of Hayden's skull seemed intact.

"Give me the crown," Dylan said, standing at the edge of the pit.

He covered the view for Kennedy so that she wouldn't see Hayden's skull. The only reason he felt sure it was actually Hayden was the clothes on the body.

Kennedy squatted and gave him the Galeati resurrectionem. It felt so much lighter than Dylan expected. Soon Dylan kneeled beside Hayden's body and put the crown on his skull. He remained careful with his friend's remains and was slightly doubtful the crown would work.

"Well?" Kennedy asked.

"Nothing yet," Dylan replied, inspecting the view.

They stayed in silence for five minutes, Dylan stared at the crown and at Hayden's body, but nothing happened. There were no signs the crown was working. Maybe they were too late, he thought. He stood up and climbed from the pit.

"Dylan," Kennedy said, holding tears in her eyes.

"We tried," Dylan said, stepping closer to her. "It's probably too late."

A rustling noise suddenly appeared, decreasing Kennedy's sniffles. It seemed clear the sound came from the pit. The pair stepped to the edge of the grave and met an astonishing view. A blue fog traveled from the crown through Hayden's body. The fog glimmered and disappeared under the remaining clothes. It seemed like pulsating steam poured from the crown down the skull and the rest of the body.

It felt very strange as new bones started to appear, and soon Hayden's skeleton was whole. The pair stood in silence. There was nothing to say. As a miracle appeared in front of them, soon it felt even weirder. As it seemed, the Galeati resurrectionem worked in layers and soon internal organs started to develop. Kennedy turned away, and Dylan hugged her, caressing the top of her head. He closed his eyes; the view felt too much for both of them.

They stood in an embrace for a long time as the noise continued to appear. They felt forced to separate as a new loud cracking sound appeared from deep in the woods.