With the careful pace of a snail her delicate body trudged through the thickening roots encircling the now hidden ground. A glance back, A glance forward, a glance into the never ending memories. A soft chime could be heard echoing across the vast space as the wind attempts to use her own hair as a weapon and then with a soft lurch she was gone. What took her? What remains? A shattered lantern and a missing life with no support or background. What do you do when a nobody goes missing?