Laura snuggled closer. "That's not your fault either. It slipped out, and I can't blame you for not noticing it was gone, what with everything else happening."

"Thanks for being so understanding."

Laura turned her face into the smoothest part of his neck, beneath the ear. "Thanks for being here."

"What're you going to do now?"

Laura pulled back, and stood straight in her own bucket seat. "I haven't even begun to think about that."

"You don't have to."

"I don't, but I should." She ran a hand over her forehead and hair, and sighed a very deep sigh. "I just can't think of spending another night in that house, with both of them dead."

"Let me return a favor."

Laura looked aside at him. "What do you mean?"

"Come back to Toronto with me. I can put you up in my parents place for a few days."

"But the funeral--"

"You've already said you can't have it til next weekend with all the relatives having just got home from the last funeral. Take forty-eight hours off."

Laura looked up at the television screen, and the images of that day's plane crash on the eleven o'clock news. "I can't think of flying right now."