Mary's lips pressed into what would have been a frown, but she was trying hard not do it too deeply because what was done was done, but she didn't like any of the things she heard, especially that John would have said such a thing. The only thing remotely uplifting was that Sam was fighting bullies. She wanted to apologize again - if she hadn't died, she would like to think Sam's life would have been different.

She was quiet for a moment or two before she asked what she felt she had to ask. She needed to know. "Do you have any happy memories?"