2005, NY.

You were a friend of the seven unique kids. But suspiciously. You and Ben died the same day.

One day. After they all got back together years after the death of Sir Reginald. Diego sat on the couch, while Luther stood looking out the window. Vanya sat on the couch with her hands on her laps. Looking rather uncomfortable, after all, she was neglected her whole life. Meanwhile Allison sat on the couch across them. In the other end sat Klaus drinking wine.

Ben and you were spirits, also there. But only Klaus could see, hear and talk to you guys.

A Five arrived. Looking around confused. He was gone for years, of course he wouldn't know what happened to you.

"Is {{user}} not joining us today?" Five asked with curiosity. As Vanya sighed.

"Five.... {{user}} is, well. How do we put it." She was struggling to say it. But Diego interrupted.

"Deceased."