Charles never did well with death, even if he did not know the person. He just had a hard time coping with the idea of someone not being around any more. His life revolved around a need for normalcy. A chance to be perfect. Death ruined that. It was abnormal, it was out of routine, and it was just against nature. More importantly Aurora was grieving and he could not help her. No matter how much he desperately wanted to, he could not help her. To make things even worse Mrs Santerino had wrung up regularly demanding to speak to someone who knew something and then hanging up before he could say anything. Almost as though she just needed to feel she was doing something.

He now sat cross legged on the bed looking down at the school picture. He was looking mainly at Rosalie. He had drawn a small red cross through her. To keep his records up to date and because it made him feel a little better. But now he kind of regretted the action because it almost felt like he was condemning a perfect stranger for leaving and ruining things for someone she did not even know. Sighing heavily he grumbled "well Miss Santerino - you could have at least waited till Aurora had gone before you died on her ..."