She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, as she soaks in the quiet stillness of the graveyard. Though many people in her life have disparaged her for it, she can’t help but feel grounded and calm when she walks among the headstones. Perhaps it is the idea that, for some of the souls at rest here, she is the only one who still visits their final resting place.

This graveyard is her favorite to walk through. It’s unique in that every stone is inscribed with the final words of the soul laid to rest beneath it. It makes her feel like she has some sense of the soul it represents, far more than simple names and dates can convey.

_‘Spit that gum out!’_ Norma Hansen’s headstone calls out to her. She smiles and assures the woman that she wouldn’t dream of chewing gum while visiting her. She lays a peony on her grave and moves down the line.

_‘It’s okay, mom’_ Tyler Murdoch’s stone draws her in next. She sits and talks to him for a few minutes before leaving a matchbox car and telling him to be good for his mom. Her _‘I’m coming, Tyler’_ blazing from the plot next to him gives the visitor peace that their souls are where they need to be now.

It continues like this as she wends her way through the graveyard. She leaves personalized tokens and a few kind words with the souls she has already connected with during previous visits.

Greg Montgomery gets a cigar. Annabeth Parsons gets a handwritten poem. Lucy Biggs gets the latest magazine from the fashion world. Amy and Wyatt Stills get several sticks of cinnamon. Beatrice Lees receives a daffodil while her twin, Irma, gets a tulip.

Her journey is slow and deliberate. She takes time with each grave she visits, intentionally connecting with the soul laid to rest there. And she _always_ leaves them with a promise that she will be back to visit again.

In the back corner, a new headstone catches her eye. The stone is tall and smooth, not yet weathered by age like the rest of the stones in the graveyard. As she approaches, the earth in front of the headstone still appears to be freshly tilled, alerting her to exactly how recently this soul was laid to rest.

When she gets close enough to read the headstone, she chuckles to herself and settles in for the introduction she gives to every new soul that ends up in this graveyard.

_‘Tell Emily I’m on my way’_ Lincoln Burbank’s headstone proclaims loudly to all who pass by. Shaking her head, she places her hand on the stone and reaches out to connect with his energy.

“Hi there, Lincoln,” Emily says, amusement still ringing in her voice, “I don’t know how you knew I was coming, but I look forward to getting to know you.”

A light breeze passes through the graveyard and she lets out short burst of joyful laughter, excited to become acquainted with this soul who has been expecting her visit.