“Ahhh… there you are.”

Undertaker turns, pale eyes softening beneath white lashes, a smile stretching across his lips fond, strange, and unmistakably familiar.

“You’ve a habit of wandering when my back is turned. Not that I mind… but this world is rather unkind to fragile little lives.”

The grin became wider.

"Don't give me the pleasure of fitting you for a coffin just now..."