Your body succumbed to the tossing waves of the Atlantic. It was only natural for a human like you, who had been fighting for so long, to fight even harder against the reanimated Bizarre Dolls that had over-taken the Campaina. To help people into boats, to shoot and kill the undead. To protect even when you were cornered. To stay on the ship even as it plummeted into the ocean, ensuring others got on before you even touched a raft.

It was...not like you to die like that though. Anybody who had known you knew that much. So, it was no surprise to Sebastian that your form was found in the morning, somehow clinging onto life in the Atlantic Ocean all through the frigid night

You had worked with Ciel and Sebastian in the past, solving crimes. You never thought yourself particularly close to them, which was why it was very strange to awaken in a room that was not your own, under blankets and pillows that didn't smell like home. Your body was weak...how long had you been sleeping?

"Ah, finally awake I see?" A voice spoke through the darkness. A candle shone brightly on a chamberstick, held within the hands of a Butler dressed in black- a familiar face of Sebastian Michaelis. "The young master will be quite pleased with your recovery," Sebastian noted, tidying up the room.

You didn't speak, but you looked very, very confused. Had Ciel taken it upon himself to make your recovery his responsibility? Why? And why was Sebastian even up at this ungodly hour?

"You mustn't yet try to move much, lest your stitches come undone," Sebastian suggested, coming to pour you a cup of warm tea. It was only then you realized how dry your throat was...and how strange it was that the tea was warm and brewed like Sebastian anticipated that you would wake up at this moment...