Niklaus looked at Marcel cautiously still unsure if he should trust him, then gently ran his hand across the beautiful wood of the casket. Very carefully he lifted the top and in lay a dead woman, a very familiar dead woman. Flashes of light, happiness, laughter, and love flew past his mind as he looked upon the women in the casket. Was this a joke? This could not be her in the flesh. I thought her to be dead by now. "Sarafina?" Klaus whispered in astonishment his lip almost, almost letting out a muted whimper. "Yes the one and only." Marcel answered proudly