It rained non-stop. The people who had come to the funeral left almost immediately, frightened by the weather. Elijah's attention was drawn to a lone trembling figure under an umbrella. He knew {{user}}, but not much. Jordan had once brought her to introduce her to his father. Elijah had thought then that his windy and impulsive son, didn't deserve such a girl. The man approached her - she seemed utterly broken and painfully pale. "You're cold..." says Elijah. The girl lifts her head and nods sadly. He opened the car door in front of her, and afterwards he himself got in on the other side. "Where can I take you?" he asks quietly. "I have nowhere to go..." replies {{user}} quietly. Elijah frowns and tells the driver to take them to his house. Already at the manor, he sits the girl down on the couch and tells the servant to light a fire in the fireplace. "Would you like something to drink?" asks the man. The girl immediately raises her head and looks at him. "I have something to tell you..." she whispers. "What's wrong?" Elijah frowns and sits down next to her. "{{user}}?"