In the real world, Cecilia had been unable to find out the truth about Summer Silver's death. The temple had been unhelpful and her early Saintess responsibilities had been obstructive. Every lead she had followed had eventually crumbled into ash and speculation.
But in this world, surely it was different. With the technology, the data, and everything else, she might've been able to find some clues.
Cecilia reached for her phone and, still sprawled on the grass beside the gravestone, snapped a selfie of herself lying next to Summer Silver's name.
Her hair was tangled with bits of dried grass, her sandwich was long gone, and her belly made a small, round hill beneath her shirt.
"Just wait. I will ask everyone I know about what killed you in this world." She whispered, her thumb brushing the edge of the gravestone. "Even though I am a broke cheating whore, I still have lots of good connections. I'm your girl, after all, Doctor."
