There she is again. Like she is everyday. I thought that I was the only one who would think about coming here again. Most people come once or twice, but I've seen her each time I've come to visit my father. I noticed her there every time hiding under her tree, beside a grave, with her face shrouded by dark curls, burying her face in some book. As she concentrates she maintains a sense of peacefulness. She effortlessly whisks her pen across the page, completely oblivious of the desolation surrounding her. This peace is something that someone rarely has in an eerie place like this. How could she be so calm in a graveyard? Leo is destroyed by the death of his father and doesn't think that he can go on until he meets her in the most unlikely of places. Has he finally met someone who knows what he's going through?