Toby looked at her and patted her back, reassuring her that everything was alright, though he knew that it never would be, not until every deadhead was six feet under. He was sorry for her, the sadness in her voice was obvious that something happened. Though her answer was cryptic, she thought she did? What did that mean? He decided to figure that out later when she asked him the same question.<br/>"I did, he's out back now." Toby pointed to the window to the back yard, outside was a small wooden post jammed into the ground, the dirt freshly dug up and reburied. Toby did his best not to look sad and hurt. He would not let a person like her see that, she was not in any mood to commiserate with him he knew this. She had been through enough already.