There was nothing inside. It was empty. He had destroyed his mother's remains, and not even her wedding dress was left. Desperate, he collapsed to the ground, covering his face with his hands, hating himself for being able to kill her twice, even pulverizing her. He wanted to hurt himself, to punish himself in terrible ways he couldn't even visualize. Then he felt something touch his shoulder. A light pressure, coming from something - or someone - who didn't possess much strength. He looked up, his tear-filled eyes, and he saw her. A ghostly figure, dressed in a flowing white gown, standing right next to him.