Brian sat there in front of the grave, still talking to her. "I guess it's been a while, though I know your death was unfair.. To leave 3 kids alone like that... Even though we didn't know, that we were young and didn't understand very well... You meant a lot to me, and to Chris and Joey. I know that... I can't see you for a while.. And I know that.. I've never seen father, or know what kind of person he was.. But when he left us, I wanted to know why... Joey and Chris wanted to know why..." he was quiet for a moment, not sure what to say. He hung his head a bit. "I wish I could see them again... Know that they are doing well... Losing family is hard, and living in a broken one is even worse... But I hope that you're watching over them too."<br/><br/>He stood up from the ground, dusting himself off. "Take care, Mother. I'll come back again next year.." With that, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked off, passing by a person dressed in black. He didn't pay attention to the figure, just ignored and kept walking. He left the grave site and walked along down the street. Back at the gravesite, the bouquet of Sunflowers sat there on his mother's grave.<span style="font-style: italic">'Rosie Miles, September 23rd 1975 - November 2nd 2010'</span>That's where the R on Brian's Hope Lock had come from. R being the first initial to Brian's mother's name. Brian, was already heading back to Sebastian's house, entering inside and heading upstairs to his room. He entered inside and went to go lean against the windowsill, staring outside.