The policeman quickly explained, how they had caught the villian who had done it in a fit of rage, their consolations, and their ultimate status of their sister that Gerard already knew: The doctors had tried their best, but they couldn't save her.
While this went on, Gerard finished the puzzle for perhaps the thousandth time, with a mute click as it fit in place again. As if bemused, he tapped the puzzle several times, then the pieces crumbled away, overused and broken. Gerard's eyes burned with hatred, hatred for what, he did not know. Psychologically problematic at this point, he hugged his legs closer to his body and closed his eyes. The world, dark and black around him, was comforting at this point in time.