Barty was now standing, paralyzed as he watched his mother's grave being covered in dirt. Tears streamed freely down his face as it rained terribly.

He had never seen a day as gray as this one. Without a doubt...

"The worst day ever." He whispered harshly and looked around, seeing the few people who were at the funeral, and his eyes fell on you. But where did you come from? Who are you?

He stared at you now, without blinking. He was just thinking.