It was 1969 when Elizabeth Adams died. She was only 19 years old at the time.

The day was overcast and cloudy, and Lizzie had a headache. Her hair felt heavy with sweat, and it stuck to her face and the back of her neck when she moved. They were protesting something, but they were always protesting, and lately everything had started to run together. She wanted some fresh air and a quick smoke, but John had vanished off into the crowd hours ago with her lighter, and she was not in the mood to go looking for her younger brother. Lizzie thought that maybe she was desperate enough to borrow one off of a stranger.

Lizzie Adams was reported missing the next day. The only lead they had was from a witness that said that they saw someone of her description walk into an alleyway off the main street, but no traces of her were ever found.