" I'm back , Iggy" The blonde smiled somberly ,  bright blue eyes smiling as well behind the glasses he wore.  "  made you scones , but better than yours " he laughed slightly as he waved a small box around . The man , Alfred, was crouching on front of a grave ,  that had a small rose setting a top it.  It was withered slightly ,  as of it had been placed there  previously during the month . Alfred pulled the rose off and stuck it on his pocket ,  placing a fresh one on top , along with the box.  "  I think Francis has missed you too ,  but he won't admit it . And Matthew sends good wishes ,  because he couldn't come himself "  . With a sigh ,  Alfred stood , brushing off his pants "  tell Flying Mint Bunny I said hi , alright Iggy ? "  and with that ,  he walked away ,  hands stuffed in his sweatshirt and a small smile on his face. The grave read '  Alfred 'Iggy ' Kirkland ; 1989-2014' .