Bobby had been in the graveyard to pay his respects to Karen and yell at the Seal. He knew it was too good to be true, had tried not to embrace her appearance because of how fickle the damn thing could be, even with everyone telling him to take hold of the second chance. He should have known better, should have kept his damn distance and not gotten comfortable with her being around again. Shouldn't have gotten used to living in the same house as her, waking up with her, going to sleep with her. Now he had a damn apartment with two bedrooms too many, filled up with scents that would do nothing but haunt his dreams.
"Who the hell are you?"
He sure as hell didn't like some kid pointing a damn bow and arrow at him. She seemed familiar but like he could make heads or tails of what was happening. He could barely manage to stay up on his feet with the amount of whiskey he'd been drinking.
"Point that thing at something you have a chance of killing."
Couldn't really kill what was already dead and he felt dead.