Morgue Hansen was working at the funeral parlor as usual, his mind occupied by his work. Bodies served more warmth in his life than well, anyone who was actually alive. This saddened him, just a little.—suddenly, he heard the wind chimes welcome a new customer into his building.

"...Good afternoon, welcome to Hansen Funerals."

He greeted a new face that came through the door..a rather young and brightly colored girl.