Anville Town was a sleepy, quiet place that always had the sound of a lullaby of some sort being played on a flute. Nobody was sure where it came from, although certain people, the majority of them being psychics, occasionally saw a beautiful teen wearing an old fashioned dress standing there playing a flute.
What most people didn't know was that there had been a terrible train crash there forty years ago. More than half of the passengers had been killed, among them a young trainer who had lost her heart to the quiet little town and her sweetheart who lived there. Her boyfriend grieved for her, and missed her terribly.
As it turned out, she missed him too. Her spirit refused to move on without him, and so she stayed, playing his favorite tune on her flute, waiting for them to be together once more. And so she waited there for forty years, playing the same soft tune on her flute, waiting for the day when she could finally move on.
Hilda walked through Anville Town, having come here to escape the paparazzi. She saw a middle aged man standing on a bridge overlooking the train that stood in the middle of town. Curious about what the man was looking at, she came over. "What is it that you are looking at?" asked Hilda.
The man looked at her. Pointing to a spot nearby them, where the sound of a flute playing was strongest, he said, "See that girl over there? She's playing a lullaby to comfort those who were left behind." Hilda looked, but there was no girl. She simply nodded, and kept on admiring the view. A girl shimmered into view besides the man. She stopped playing her flute, and whispered to the man.
"I'll be waiting for you. I love you, so remember that for me, please?"