Saku entered the room to find Zac sitting on the lounge, a photo frame in his hands. Curious at this unusual pose, Saku walked over to see who's photo it was: Tru. For the wedding, by the looks.
"Hey," he said.
"Ahh!" Zac yelped.
Saku grinned while Zac recovered for his start.
"Don't scare me like that."
Saku chuckled.
"Sorry," he said, unrepentantly.
"Oh, hey..." Zac said abruptly, his whole demeanour changing, "Look I just got a call... umm... from Dean?"
"I know a few Dean's Dad.
"Oh, well, Faith's partner's Sam's brother."
"Ahh, that Dean," Saku frowned. "Why would he call here?"
"Well," Zac said, looking back down at the photo. "He had some bad news."
There was a long drawn out silence, where Saku expected his father to follow up that ominous remark with an explanation and got none.
"Which was?" Saku prompted.
"Tru... Tru is... is dead."
"What?" Saku exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"She was murdered."
"She was? Who? When? How?"
"I don't know. Dean didn't tell me. Funeral's going to be on the 26th. Don't know what time or when yet."
"I can't believe it," Saku shook his head.
Zac frowned a little as he looked at Tru's photo.
"No. It doesn't feel real somehow."