Death had seen Jeanette, watching as the vampire drained his victim and tossed her on Death's way. She had tended to her duty, but after, Death set out looking for the lost one, one that belonged to both the eldest, and the youngest sisters of the Endless.
She found her again in a park, petting a cat. Death liked cats. She liked all animals, and people, as a rule, but cats were among the ones that seemed not to adore her, but simply tolerate her presence. Which she found delightfully different.
She sat down a little ways from Jeanette, and smiled. "How are you doing, Jeanette?"