When we reach the Welstones' estate, you could almost immediately smell the somber pallor falling with succinct heaviness in the air all around the estate. Vincent was at the door of the mansion, looking bleary-eyed and shocked out of his system, staring blankly at the wall opposite to him as he greets the guests going in and out of the estate. The sky is still so clear and the mood of the weather hasn't quite changed yet as the sun shines brightly in contrast to the dreary mist that hangs around in the Welstone estate as we round the landing of the pathway to the estate mansion. There are quite a number of people going in and out of the house, most probably to give their condolences to the family and Vincent stands, completely black and back straight with a serious crestfallen expression on his face as he nods along the words of the people who are exiting the house.