Lucy's Not Alive: Chapter 31. Lucy stared at the ceiling in her purple room. She felt, in that moment, exactly like the girl she used to be. Lucy let her thoughts be filled with memories of her living days. She thought about how much disdain she held for her sister, in times where neither of them understood the world. Lucy wasn't sure, even as she lay with her hands folded over her stomach, that she understood the world any better. She only hoped, that one day, she could guide someone, like Peter had done for her. Then her mind took her to darker places, twisting paths she hadn't seen in a long time. Lucy remembered what it was like to lose someone she loved. She imagined the day of Peter's funeral, as well as her father's. John Volkova was dead. Lucy gasped and lunged forward, clutching her chest. Her father was wandering somewhere, alone, confused, scared, his spirit tormented. She couldn't help but feel like she'd abandoned him, she hadn't tried to find him, not even once. Was there time? Was there a way?