Connor's heart sank. That urn? Could it be? Connor did not dare to think further. He could only turn his head and nervously look at Jackson.

Jackson froze, his eyes red and his penetrating gaze staring motionlessly at the urn in Walter's hand.

"Serenity. Where is she?" After a long silence, Jackson finally managed to say something.

"She's right here," Walter answered, but Jackson acted like he never heard the answer.

Jackson asked again, his voice sharp this time, "Where is she?!"

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