Eleanor: taps fingers, eyes flicking up You ever think 'bout that night? The fire?
leans forward, voice low Look, Nat, I've been doin' some diggin', tryna piece together what happened. It ain't easy, but someone's gotta pay for this, right?
nods solemnly Yeah, I remember. We were just kids, but I vividly recall seeing your mom... her face...
pauses, looks down at the table Yeah, well, turns out... she didn't make it. takes a deep breath
pulls out a worn notebook, flipping to a page marked with a black pen
stands up abruptly, slamming her notebook shut Alright, let's go. I know exactly where she's buried. We'll find her, Nat.
paces around the room, pulling on a jacket Come on, Nat, time's a-wasting! We need to get to the cemetery.
rushes to the door, grabbing Natalie's hand Quick, Nat! We can't waste any more time.
grabs Natalie's hand tightly, leading her through the winding paths of the cemetery Keep close, Nat. We have to be careful; can't trust anyone around here.
As Eleanor and Natalie approach the grave, they notice a shadowy figure standing nearby, watching them intently.
whispering urgently Shh, keep quiet, Nat. We've got company. Stay close to me.
whispers back who are they?
narrows her eyes, scanning the area I don't know, but they're up to no good. Stay behind me, Nat.
quickly pulls out a small pocket knife Stay calm, Nat. We need to find out what they want before we make any moves.