Koda sits on the floor in one of the sitting rooms of the large, gothic mansion that the Decay has donned their base, accompanied by her three-year-old son, Connor. A small, wooden box sits in front of her, though she's hesitant to open it. She hardly remembers what she'd put in it all those years ago, and frankly, it's nothing sort of a miracle that it hasn't been lost yet.

Connor, ever the curious little vampire, reaches out for the box, his little hand grabbing for the lid before looking up at Koda. Upon receiving no rebuke from his mother, he goes ahead and pries the lid off, his big red eyes sparkling with curiosity as he peers inside.

"Dis? Mama?"

He asks, his chubby little hands grabbing at an old cam-corder. Koda lets out a small, breathy laugh. Oh, god, that thing. She'd forgotten that even existed. Accompanying the small piece of old technology are a few pictures from years past, as well as... A paper with writing on it. It was addressed to her, and that was definitely Nikolai's handwriting... Is this the letter he had given to her all those years ago, snickering with that mischievous glint in his eyes and telling her with a teasing lilt to his voice that she couldn't open it until they were older?

Nope, just kidding! On the paper was just some sheet music.

A pang goes through Koda's heart as she recognizes the title. It was their song... Bernadette.

(Shut up and let me have my delusions ok)