She stood outside the cemetery looking in, wondering if this time she'd actually make it to the gravesite she was here to visit. Last time she'd been here, she'd taken a shovel to the head and been rushed to the ER. It had taken a few days for her to get back to normal and by the time she'd returned to work, she had fallen behind. Fast forward to now, and she finally had free time to come and pay her respects to the deceased. Well, even if I do run into him again, it should be fine. After all, she'd believed him when he'd said he worked here and hadn't been doing anything illegal that night. I guess now I can see if he was lying or not.
Suddenly frustrated with herself, she sighed and stepped beneath the arching gate. What did it matter, anyway? If he was here, he'd be working. If she did see him, she could just give him a friendly nod or wave at most then continue on her way. But it wasn't like it was easy to forget a stranger who nearly decapitates you with a heavy tool and then pays for your medical bills as apology. So she couldn't help looking around (while pretending she wasn't doing just that).