Kate was standing outside, on the doorsteps until he bid her welcome and she took a few careful strides inside, walking passed the door that had been pushed invitingly open. He could see that glow in her eyes again but she quickly looked away, to the picture painting hanging on the wall and she stood, fixed in reverie.

She walked a bit closer to the piece of art. It was a messy picture, gruesome and dully portrayed by the artist. The colors were a horrible display and it seemed only a piece ...