To see Francis die before her left the red head in a darker place. The next few days after that she kept to herself, dwelling too much in the past and of previous times as she watched others die before him. Sometimes Yoko wondered if death just followed her. Teasing her and causing her to believe she was at fault somehow for the deaths.

She also realized she was becoming more like her denizen when after Francis death, she did not cry. Yoko shed tears for him as she watched him but after that the tears seemed to dry up.

Though she had enough of her past thoughts and decided this morning she would continue her routine of her morning jog. Yoko took her morning as any other before the festivities. She began on her usual route and before she knew it Yoko was getting lost in the rhythm of her feet and breathing. All of this took a stand still when a familiar figure appeared in front of her, simply walking along the cobbled road. Yoko's eyes widened and time froze for a moment and she broke from her dream-like state of mind.

Cautiously, Yoko slowed her jogging, approaching Francis. She chewed on her lower lip. It was...It was him. And relief with a mixture of fear bubbled in her chest. Yoko slowly reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Francis...I-..how? How did you return..?" Yoko started out. She had so many questions but at the same time she was not sure how to even word them.