Spirit Rogers Jones' p.o.v.

The dawn offers me hope and a new beginning. I walk around town, vicariously living through

people. A pair of cold feminine hands gently touch my hair. "Hello, little girl. We meet again" Eloise

addresses me. "I am not a little girl. Please stop calling me that. My name is Spirit" I remind Eloise.

"My sweet Spirit" her voice trails off.