He had been down her street before, but had never known she'd lived there. Counting the minutes past twelve on his watch he dropped his right hand into a pocket. Perseverance, he figured, was the key to this door. Walking down the sunny road, a figure stepped through shade. Before his death, a reverse extreme unction. Before his death, a resolve. Before his death, the other one was discovered dead from three months ago. Apoptosis.