"A raw red light suddenly pierced the gloom. She watched the strobe search the landscape startling shadows into shapes, rearing up out of endless Night. Like a bloodshot eye, it watched the girl, knowing her to be a stranger. She did not belong here. And yet ... and yet ... she was here ... so it must be meant to be." A young girl stands at the grave of her mother feeling so helpless, abandoned, afraid, alone. She is wondering where souls go when a body dies? Does she really want to know? Is she up to the challenge? Be careful what you wish for ...