Three days had gone since the horrifying event, and the Rivalli family was mentally and physically preparing for Rocco's funeral. No one could believe it was all genuine and happening right now. Mrs. Rivalli didn't speak much in those three days; she either cried or lay in bed, completely silent, not wanting to say anything. She would break down every time she passed by her children's room, and she couldn't bear to look at it because it reminded her of her only son. When her family asked her for assistance in preparing the burial, meals, and other details, she simply remained silent and felt dead on the inside. Not wanting to distress her any further, her husband tried as hard as he could to remain optimistic and not cry in front of her. He shut himself in the bathroom whenever he felt like sobbing, sat on the floor, and wailed till his eyes started to hurt. He'd rather cry in private than make his wife's depression worse. 

He came up to her whenever she was upset and showered her with love, hugged her, or forced her to lay on him to calm down. Instead of her, he did all of the conversing with the guests. She'd pass out if she spoke with her relatives while offering condolences. His wife was insanely mentally bad, but Marina? No, he couldn't handle her seeing him crying or shaking, it would cause the poor girl even more trauma which he didn't want of her to experience. Marina continued to blame herself for everything, claiming that if she had only listened to her parents once, none of this would have occurred. Her thoughts was consumed by the image of her brother, in his final moments of life, loathing her. She was devastated that he died disliking her. And, once again, she was the one who started the fight and was the one at blame. 

Except for Marina, everyone wore black on the day of the funeral. She realized how much he would despise it if everyone dressed down for his funeral, so she wore a green gown instead. Green was blue to him instead, which the girl thought was amusing because he couldn't see that color. She smiled at the prospect of him constantly mixing colors or arguing with her because she kept forgetting that he doesn't see colors the same way the rest of us do. Her parents didn't mind if she wore something more cheerful; she was a child, after all, and they didn't want her to be melancholy. They couldn't wear something more cheerful, though, because everyone else would have criticized them for not wearing black. Her parents continued kissing her and telling her how much they loved her at the burial. The young lady was taken aback. Every second, there was so much going on. 

That day, Mrs. Rivalli and her mother had a fight, and her mother chastised her, telling her that if she had been a better mother, this would not have happened. Out of wrath and agony, the lady sobbed and yelled at her mother to leave her alone and not to offer her any advise on how to be a good mother, because she should take notes herself. A quarrel was about to break out when her husband burst in, seizing his wife by the arms and leading her away to steam out. The woman sobbed in her husband's arms, telling him how much she wished her mother was gone, but they couldn't do anything. Almost everyone was frustrated that day, because it was anything but a lucky day. 

When the ceremony began, Rocco's casket was uncovered so that family members could see him and say their final goodbyes. Everyone began to arrange lovely bouquets around the casket, but Marina's parents chose to place a rose on his chest, to stay with him forever. Marina didn't bring any flowers; instead, she took a few of his painting supplies, assuming he'd appreciate having them with him in the afterlife. By his side, she laid his brushes, paints, and the best of his works. The girl sobbed as she did so, feeling terrible for doing so. "I love you, brother." Marina kissed her index and middle fingers and placed them on his cheek. Her parents kissed his face without hesitation, not even horrified that they were touching a corpse. They continued to hold his cheeks, crying and telling him how much they cherish him. Mrs. Rivalli nearly fainted when they had to move so that others might show respect as well, but her husband caught her and walked her to a spot where she could sit and cool down. Then a young girl appeared, carrying a bouquet of just pink and blue flowers. She approached the casket with care, placing her bouquet alongside others. The girl slipped her palm from his cheek to his lips, drawing closer to his face and whispering to him a secret she didn't want anyone else to know about. 

"Rocco, my one true love, you were the one and only person who actually cared about me."

When Marina's parents saw Amelia, they broke down in tears. She instantly reminded them of Rocco, since Amelia was his beloved. They've been together for such a long time, and their relationship was so wholesome. Amelia stepped over to Marina, hoping to console and keep her company.

As she approached Marina, Amelia asked, "How are you?" in a quiet, melancholy tone. Marina tried to avoid eye contact at first because she was too preoccupied with seeing Rocco's casket being lowered into his tomb. "No!" her mother screamed anguishedly. "Don't let him down! I beg of you!" The woman slumped on the ground, sobbing and pleading with her son not to abandon her; it was infuriating to witness her own child being buried instead of her. Marina stared at Amelia, tears in her eyes, and said, "Well, we're here so.. not very well..." amid a brief moment of quiet. "I'm sorry you had to go through it. I never intended anything like this to happen to you, or for you to lose the love of your life." Marina looked down and bit her lower lip "Thank you, Marina. And please accept my deepest condolences on the loss of your brother, twin, and only sibling. I hope we can both find a way to overcome this catastrophe." 

Amelia gave her a soft smile, but she didn't hold out much hope that things would get better any time soon, but she remained hopeful for the young lady. At the time, Amelia and Marina were both trying to say something, but were cut off by each other's words. Marina's eyes widened as she thought to herself. She looked up at the girl and asked about her company and if she was going to come by. Amelia groaned and responded, "I'm not going to come to visit you anytime soon. I need time to recover from this, and I'm not sure when I'll be able to contact you again; nevertheless, I do want to hear from you ...I hope so." Marina sighed. Amelia couldn't believe the girl had asked her such a question in the moment she was grieving over her brother. It felt, heartless although she knew Marina didn't intend of it to be that way.

Then, in the heat of the moment, Amelia looked at her wrist and seemed concerned, so she turned to Marina and asked her a question "However... How did Rocco and you end up at the wrong place? I don't believe he'd ever do something like that. With horses, he was always cautious."

The young lady's eyes widened and she became agitated; she clutched her arms and averted her gaze from Amelia. The tight atmosphere she was in made her uneasy, and she couldn't bring herself to tell the girl anything. Thankfully, Mr. Rivalli approached them before she could respond, explaining that they were ready to depart but still needed to attend church. 

As they walked away, he gently placed his arm on Amelia's back, wanting to talk to her about her future with the Rivallis. The girl ended up following in, relieved that her father had interrupted the scene, but the entire day still hurt her greatly, with her mother's cries still echoing in her head. The freckled girl sobbed as she walked away, feeling as though she had lost a piece of herself when her brother was buried. What does it mean to be a twin if the other one isn't by your side any longer? 

Everyone vanished as she approached the carriage, and she couldn't see anyone. 

"Mother? Father? Where have you gone!?" While gazing around, the girl yelled. She started to get a shiver down her spine since the graveyard was terrifying without anybody else around. While searching for her parents, the ground began to disintegrate, as if it were devouring her. She began to sweat and scream in terror as she ran away to avoid falling into the infinite void. Unfortunately, she wasn't as quick, and the girl fell in, reaching for the sky with her hand as her tears began to float and she shouted for help.

July 27th, 1910.

Marina awoke terrified, clutching her chest and heavily breathing while sweating profusely. Her face was all moist from crying while sleeping. She covered her face with her hands and moaned, "God, why did I have to witness all of that again?" she moaned as tears welled up in her eyes. She took a peek around her cabin and discovered that it was deserted and that she was the only one there. The girl sighed, lonely and desiring a drink to take her mind off the agony. She got up and wrapped herself in Giordana's shawl to keep warm as she walked outside on the deck. She walked out barefoot once again after opening the doors. Everything was quiet when she stepped outside; the only sound she could hear was the waves and the sea crashing on the ship, which was quite soothing to the ears. She took a look around and noticed how gorgeous the night was. There were many stars in the sky, as well as a dazzling full moon. She felt more at ease as a result of it. She exhaled deeply as she rested her arms on the banister, gazing out at the sea and allowing the breeze to pass through her hair. Margherita noticed Marina outside, looking lonely, as she was finishing up cleaning the kitchen and getting ready to go to her cabin and sleep. She decided to approach her. Margherita laughed a little as the woman put her hands on her shoulder, startling her.

"So, what's the special occasion for you to be outside?"

"Just had a really bad nightmare..."

"You want to share it with me?" Margherita inquired since she wanted to assist her in feeling better. The girl quietly smiled at her and decided that if she wanted to be good with anyone here, she needed to stop being so secretive, and she decided to reveal her nightmare. Marina began to explain to her how she had a nightmare about a previous incident in which her brother died and how she couldn't stop blaming herself for it. It was her fault that he died. The girl ran her hand through her hair, barely smiling as she looked down, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for sobbing; I'm sure you're tired of me doing it all the time by now." "Ah, dear," the old woman groaned and hugged her. "It's fine to cry; there's no need to hide it." Marina felt warm in her arms and yearned for an embrace from her parents, but she'd gotten herself into a big mess and was now stranded here. 

"I'm so tired of feeling bad about myself, I'd really want a glass of wine right now." the girl said as Margherita released her. "Well, it just so happened that Gabriel and Antoni had a drink a while ago, and left an open bottle on the table." the old woman said, hinting that they should go get a drink to take their minds off things. Marina was ecstatic to learn this and to be having a drink with her. Margherita turned around and asked, "Are you coming?" as she went away to the kitchen. "I will in a moment." the girl said after pausing for a bit. While Margherita was busy preparing their drinks in the kitchen, the girl raised her eyes to the sky and sweetly smiled, saying

"Goodnight, brother."