"It's not far." He muttered absently, still clutching tightly onto her hand as he led her through the graves. Some had no headstones, some were completely bare and forgotten and some were lavishly decorated. He had spent days here after her death, blaming himself every second. "Marta. Before you came here, there was another version of you here too. She..." he came up to the one grave, the Pandora plant still growing and beaming brightly. "She died."