Kevin knocks on her door, hesitant, nervous. He's been meaning to speak with her since...well, since.

"Laura?" He cracks open the door and peers in at her motionless form. "Laura I wanted to--" But words fail him. Wanted to apologize? Wanted to thank her? Wanted to know how to be more like her? More like death?

He slides into her room and sits cross legged on the floor. She still has not moved. "You're packing."