At the top of the stairs, just before he could look into his room, he hesitates. He stares at the strange wand in his hand, which had been sitting in Al's coat pocket, apparently forgotten. His mother placed it on the table in front of him. Her words were sharp, like broken glass. "Now you must mourn, my love. If the Curse is gone, it won't bring him back to you. It's going to hurt like shit, but you have to let Al go, okay?"