The air was heavy and damp, a low fog obscuring us from view of the road. It was silent in the graveyard but for the rhythmic sound on the shovel driving into the wet earth. I looked at my watch of the second time in as many minutes rubbing my other hand on my left thigh.

‘Come on,’ I urged, peering into the hole. ‘The guard will be here in an hour.’ So long as he didn’t divert from his usual routine but that was something I didn’t want to think about.

Thomas’ head appeared out of the grave to give me an annoyed glare. ‘If you had hired someone else to help me like I asked, it would only take half the time.’

‘Then I only would be paying you half as much.’ An extra person would be too risky, I’ve know Thomas for years before enlisting his help. I knew what type of person he was and his price. I didn’t have time to build up that trust with another.

Thomas grumbled something under his breath but went back to digging. Another ten minutes ticked by with a sound of the shovel until the sound of metal hitting wood with a hard _thunk_. Finally.

I leaned over so far I almost fell into the hole as Thomas cleared the dirt from the coffin. He pried opened the lid, revealing the freshly burried corpse. I knew it was a good idea to only wait a day after the funeral. Last time we left it too long.

‘Get the saw,’ I ordered, gripping the arm of my chair with eagerness. ‘The left leg, just above the knee.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ Thomas muttered, placing the saw in the correct spot. ‘Your acting like this is my first time.’

I placed my hand on the right arm that laid limply in my lap, attached but not really mine. We found it a few months ago and my right leg a year before that. This was the last piece and I’ll be whole again.

Thomas studied the leg, looking back at me. ‘I think the info was off, this leg’s shorter than the other one. It might you look lop sided.’

‘I don’t care,’ I said. ‘I want to be complete, not perfect.”