Iestyn pulled a face and shrugged, following his sister through and up the stairs. "Top floor wasn't it?" They walked in a nervous silence except for the huffing of their breath as they got to the top floor. Iestyn gestured to wait a moment to get his breath back before stepping forward.
The door was plain, ordinary. Far too ordinary for such an auspicious occasion. "Um," Iestyn said, and knocked.
Inside, David was setting out the mugs with teabags, humming to himself as he laid out afternoon tea. He was at last feeling a little better about the world, after his days of mourning. Patrick was very attentive, visiting daily and keeping him from descending into maudlin inaction.
As he heard the knock on the door, he chuckled softly and went to open the door, calling, "Have you forgotten your key?" as he pulled it open and locked eyes with-
Bridget. But not, she had passed, how could she be here? His mind seemed to be moving at a crawl, and he stood with his mouth agape, trying to connect the dots.