He was starving. He'd been starving, liberally, for a week. But the reason for that remained the same, even in this new city: he had been unemployed, and he'd spent his money drinking his grief into numbness. There was none left for things like food. "No thank you," he said politely, although it was a lie.
In the next minute, his situation came sharply into focus. His expression changed -- less bewilderment, more panic. "Where's the cemetery?" he asked. Of course, he meant the cemetery he'd been visiting for the last few months. Logically, he knew she wasn't here in this strange place. Logically, he knew it. But his heart wouldn't believe it. Not now. Not until he saw.