The next day, Emily's room...
                              Aesop: *knocks on the door*
                              Emily: Come in.
                              Aesop: *slowly opens the door, peeks inside, then enters*
                              Aesop: How are they?
                              Emily: *sighs, a bit frustrated*
                              Emily: I couldn't save them...
                              Aesop: So they're-
                              Emily: Yes, they're dead. Isn't it obvious?
                              Aesop: *stays silent and looks down at the floor*
                              Emily: *sighs again and places a hand on her head*
                              Aesop and Emily: *stay silent for a few minutes*
                              Aesop: Do you know... How they...?
                              Emily: Burke was already in bad condition, so the smallest thing could have triggered his body into self destructing... I'm certain that he had a heart attack, but I'm not sure what caused it... He should have been fine! I checked him over and over again! He even said that he felt better! What did I do wrong?! My calculations were perfect! Argh!
                              Emily: *pulls her hair in anger*
                              Aesop: Don't beat yourself up over it... Everyone makes mistakes...
                              Emily: When it comes to peoples' lives, there is no room for mistakes!
                              Aesop: Not everyone is perfect, Emily... Making mistakes is okay, even if some people lose their lives... That's just their fate...
                              Emily: Are you joking me? If doctors didn't care so much about their mistakes, then half the world would be dead. Why am I even listening to you? You're no doctor. You just want more clients to embalm, don't you?
                              Aesop: This has nothing to do with business. I'm just concerned for your mental health, that's all.
                              Emily: Well I don't need your concern. Being strict with yourself is how you learn to be better. You should focus more on your own mental health, socially anxious idiot.
                              Emma: *knocks on the door, but lets herself in*
                              Emma: How are you feeling, Emily?
                              Emily: Oh, Emma... Hello... I'm doing fine, just a little stressed over the deaths of these two...
                              Emily: *gestures to Burke and Robbie*
                              Emma: Oh... Do you want me to get you anything?
                              Emily: No, not really... Maybe a hug would help...
                              Emma: Of course!
                              Emma: *skips over to Emily and hugs her from behind, then kisses her cheek*
                              Emma: You're working so hard~
                              Emily: *faintly smiles*
                              Emily: It's not enough though...
                              Emma: It's enough for me~
                                      
                                   
                                              
                                           
                                               
                                                  