A sob catches in my throat and I'm blinded by tears as I toss the names of my loved ones into the fire. For the first time since arriving in Sanctuary I've released my grandparents. It was too hard to admit that they'd died out there in the desert or in the mountains so I'd hung on to them, even as hope dwindled. I'd climbed the wall and snuck refugees in, searching each face for the dear ones that haunted my dreams. But now, on this Day of the Dead, I'm ready to let them ...