Sarah gasped when she viewed the violent picture of Mr. S. She wanted to tear it to shreds but respected Mr. S to know why he kept it around. As if he needed a reminder.<br/>In her wandering on the top floor, she had found a small tidy kitchen tucked away in what looked like a giant pantry. A four person square butcher block table served as both a place to eat and to prepare the food. She ran her finger down the items on the shelves, happy to find a large jar of chunky Jif peanut butter. Yum, her favorite.<br/><br/>She returned to her sitting room to discover an iPad and a Bose radio neatly positioned on an end table. With a cry of delight, Sarah fired up the iPad and started a game of Angry Birds in Space. She was pretty good at this since it involved Physics in the gaming strategy. Sarah turned on the radio and tuned into a station that was playing Usher's Scream.  Glancing up, she saw an easel set up in the corner and new paints arrayed on the side table, new brushes fanned out on the high stool. With a squeal, she laid aside the electronic device to examine the paint. The canvas was blank, just waiting for her.<br/><br/>"Oh, Mr. S, " she whispered, clutching the brushes to her chest." I didn't know you knew I'm an artist. But I guess there is nothing about me you don't know."<br/><br/>Sarah hadn't seen Mr. S for a while and really wanted him, to share how full her heart was. She crossed to the box with her candles were kept, set up the five  lit candles, shed her clothes, and sat down in the middle and began to chant.<br/><br/>"Raven black against the night<br/>Free my love from his plight<br/><br/>Raven black taking flight<br/>Bring my love into my sight."