Freeman shouted as he tossed a couple more torches into the back of his truck. “I'm heading up there!” Turning, he looked back across the dark parking lot as heavy rain continued to fall. He paused for a moment, waiting for his sister to reply, before realizing that there was no sign of her. After checking his phone again and seeing that the time was almost 5am, he hurried back into his apartment and looked in all the rooms before making his way out the back and stopping as, finally, he saw a dark figure kneeling by the roses at the far end of the garden. “Karen!” he called out. Making his way over to her, he found that she was looking down at a patch of disturbed soil, and she seemed to be mouthing something to herself, almost like a prayer. He watched for a moment, trying to make sense of the way his sister was acting. “Did you bury that thing?” he asked. Ignoring him, she leaned down toward the ground and placed her hands in the muddy soil.
