She did not cry at his funeral. She watched them parade his body into the ground, say a final few words that she didn’t hear, and finally begin to shovel the dirt on to his sleek, black coffin. She stood as the crowd dispersed, watching as the lonely man carried out his job. Her lips were settled in a small, quirky smile as he left. Her reflection was crisp in the shine of the fresh tombstone. She has plans for you, John. Your death will be the beginning of an enlightenment within the scientific community. She stroked her hand gently across her abdomen. Even now, John. Even now you’re with me. Growing.