At first Luis Gallegos thought he was having the worst nightmare of his life, but he soon realized it was no dream. The little girl he'd killed while driving drunk stood before him, covered from head to toe with blood, her stone cold eyes gazing straight into his. When she beckoned with her finger for him to follow, his feet stood of their own accord and obeyed.
Through the chill night air, she led him to the town square, where the scaffold still stood. Once again his feet scaled the steps to the top. When he reached it, the newly tied noose in the brand new rope moved by itself and encircled his neck. From the ground below, the girl watched as it settled into place. She gave a brief nod, and the trap door was released. This time the rope didn't break. Luis's neck broke instead, and he died, his feet dangling above the wooden structure.