A faint buzzing sound played along the edges of Samantha’s subconscious.  She muttered incoherently and snuggled deeper into her blankets, burying her head under the pillow.  The buzzing grew louder, more insistent and one slender pale arm snaked out from under the mountain of blankets to swat blindly at the nightstand.  The glass of water tumbled to the floor, quickly followed by her alarm clock which landed in the soggy grey carpet with a plop.  And still, the buzzing continued.  This could only mean one thing.<br/><br/>Samantha grabbed her pillow and threw it across the room with a curse.  She jumped out of bed, eyes and mind both clouded by sleep.  Her foot landed squarely in the puddle of water soaking into her carpet.  She half waddled over to her dresser, dragging her foot along behind her wiping the water off on carpet as she moved.  She yanked her cell phone out from underneath a stack of papers and glanced at the name on the screen.  Sighing, she pulled off the bra strap that had managed to wind its way around the antenna and lifted the phone to her ear.<em>“Good morning Tommy, where are we off to today?” </em><br/><br/>Tommy’s voice rumbled in her ear,<em>“Good morning beautiful.  I’m sorry to wake you up so early but there has been an (pause) incident.  Please don’t say it; I know you really don’t want to do this anymore.  You know I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t necessary.”  </em><br/><br/><em>“Arggghh!  Fine, fine, fine,”</em>she growled into the phone.<em>“Don’t say anything else.  I need to be able to view the scene with a clear mind, you know that.”  </em><br/><br/><em>“I wasn’t going to sweetheart I was just going to give you the address.  Or can you sense that as well?” </em><br/><br/>Samantha pulled a fresh notebook from the drawer; jotting down the date, time of the call, and the address.  She tossed the notebook and phone onto the bed and started randomly grabbing clothes off of the floor and pulling them on as she made her way to the bathroom.  Faded jeans, a slightly wrinkled but equally faded t-shirt, with calf height leather boots to complete the look.  She bent over the sink splashed her face with cold water and quickly brushed her teeth.  Glancing into the mirror she studied her reflection for a moment.  Her straight shoulder length hair, once a vibrant auburn was now entirely white.  Her skin was nearly as pale.  Only her sparkling green eyes retained their color, and even they appeared to fade as she recalled the events of that night years ago.  That night that robbed her of so much of her life.  She shrugged at the ghostly reflection in the mirror.  The dead didn’t really seem to care what she looked like, and she had giving up on caring what the living thought of her long ago.<br/><br/>She gathered her things up from her bed, tossed them into a leather tote along with a bottle of water she picked up from the fridge on her way to the door.  Her eyes quickly scanned her security panel, ensuring that everything was still in place before she began unlocking the multitude of locks that framed her door.  She paused, her fingers tracing the outlines of faint symbols covering each corner of her door.  Finally, the heavy door swung open the bright morning sun assaulting her eyes.  She groped around in her bag finding her sunglasses, hopped into her car, and squealed out of the driveway.<br/>