Silver saw herself standing in the middle of a graveyard. It was dark, and the air was cool and crisp. She could taste a sweet smell of sweat on the air, and a crow cried in the not-so-distance.
"Sweetheart? It's time to come home now." She spoke the words, and then looked into the mist. Two figures worked away, plunging hoes into the midnight earth.
"Sweetheart?"
But no one answered.
