Emily happily decided for Victor that he would sleep with her in her coffin, but a hesitant Victor wasn't so delighted: he had never slept with any women in a normal bed, let alone a corpse in a coffin! This would be, to say the least, an…interesting experience.

"Don't worry about being in the dark, Victor," Emily said to Victor's expression of fear. "I'll be right there in the dark with you." Poor Emily: she didn't realise she had added yet another fear to Victor's mind – he was now sleeping with a corpse, in a coffin, in the dark!

While Emily led Victor to the graveyard, Victor took in the sights around him: the town hall, the various shops, the public garden…yet it all seemed too familiar to him. Why did this place remind him of home, upstairs where he was supposed to be living and getting married to Victoria? Married to Victoria…

The answer came to him as they went through the main square and found a statue of a skeleton on a skeleton of a horse – this town was almost the decayed version of his town! Now looking closer at the vibrant colours of these buildings (and remembering the dreary sepia of the ones above), it was almost as if all the colour from upstairs has bled down through the ground and come to rest down here.

"Hello? What are you staring at?" Emily waved her hand in front of Victor to get his attention; he was unaware that he had drifted off into space, thinking about those similarities of his own town. "Yes, the Land of the Dead is not so different from your home upstairs, to be honest."

"I've noticed," Victor murmured. As Emily said the words 'your home', an idea suddenly struck Victor's mind. If this Land of the Dead was almost a parallel to upstairs…where was his house, the Van Dort mansion? Of course, it wouldn't be in use, there wouldn't be anyone living there…but just the thought…

"Emily? If this place is, in your words, not so different from my home," Victor started to say. "Could we…possibly take a look at where my mansion would be?"

"Oh, alright, then," Emily replied enthusiastically; she must have forgotten all about heading for that graveyard. "Would you like to take us there? I have no idea where it could be."

"Of course…I-I must, obviously if y-you…don't know the way there, then…" Victor quickly scanned the main square they were standing in, trying to remember the direction in which his mansion would be upstairs. "It's right down this little passage, follow me."

And without thinking, he then took hold of her skeletal hand, and made his way towards his house. Whilst walking, Victor glanced at their joint hands, which he really shouldn't have done, because he could see the ring, his wedding ring, shining upon the bony finger, reminding him that this girl, Emily, was married to him. Victor managed not to take another look at their hands again and kept his head up and eyes focused on their destination.