Things couldn't get any worse, could they? Surely not.

Enter Dr. Lloyd Aberstock and so much worse I could barely breathe.

"I'm afraid, from preliminary examination, there is more than one set of skeletal remains in this mess." He stood over the box Dad had dropped on the surgical table, the morgue already quiet but now feeling like a tomb as he spoke. His normally jovial tone was gone, grim sorrow replacing it. "I can't identify the victim without a DNA test, I'm ...