Gasoline | Final Destination |

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Clear, Kimberly, and Thomas stand outside the morgue as the brunette explains about Tim Carpenter's death and that she tried to follow the signs just as Clear had told her to, but instead of saving Tim, he ran straight into the path of death.

"I just don't understand it, Clear. I saw the pigeons, I followed the signs, but it just made things worse," Kimberly said to the blonde as her tears began to dry, but the guilt was still felt raw.

Clear said nothing as she led the other two into the mortuary; the signs had never been wrong before. Castiel sent them to Alex to help them from being killed by Thana, someone Clear would love to forget, but the redhead would never go away, not until they were dead.

The mind games that Thana had played with her in the hospital was just a little reminder of how dangerous the Demon actually was, and something told Clear that Thana would be gunning for her after what happened last year.

No survivors.

That was Thana's motto, and yet here she was surviving and now hopefully helping another group of people do what she and Alex had tried to do. Clear knew that after this trip, she would have to tell Kimberly all about Thana, and she wasn't looking forward to it.

"How is this guy going to help us anyway?" Thomas questions as he and Kimberly follow Clear, she hadn't told them much about the guy they were meeting, but if he could help them, then he was all for it.

"He seemed to know a hell of a lot more about Death than he ever told us," was all Clear said. Still, she had a suspicion that the mortician knew Thana closer than he was letting on. Even when she and Alex visited him, he hinted a knowing Thana personally. 

Clear reached for the door handle as Thomas chimes in, "Shouldn't we knock first?" 

The blonde just gives him an emotionless face at his worried tone but then remembered he was a police officer, and being just was his thing while breaking and entering was hers. "He probably already knows we're coming."

The other two share a look before following Clear into the creepy looking mortuary underneath the funeral home owned by the very man they were going to see. 

The three survivors walk through the stone hallway until they reach a room, which was connected to a freezer room than was lit in a bright red. Clear couldn't help herself as she began to walk closer to the freezer room only to jump when the furnace flames lick at her.

A familiar feeling rose in her chest as she glanced back towards the room; she knew she had felt it before but couldn't place it. Following her gut, she moved closer to the room again, and this time she jumped back when a pair of pale legs rolled towards her.

"Hello, Clear" The smooth deep voice of William Bludworth greeted as he pushed the dead body into the room they were stood in. "I've been expecting you," he grinned knowingly at the blonde as she just stared at him.