Julie stepped up to the coffin and looked inside. It was filled with violet roses. "You aren't here," she remarked, and turned around. Ori stood there, her hair dyed brown, dressed in a tasteful suit dress, her eyes gaping sockets streaming blood. A gash across her forehead showed where she had hit the fender.
"I don't think Maryanne would have wanted you here," said Ori in her mother's voice.
Julie woke in a cold sweat.