She’d expected for them to be somewhere desolate, and scary. But this… this… was familiar. Then she realized where she’d seen it before. It was Diana’s old house. Her daughter’s old house. She remembered the last time she’d talked to her daughter…

_“Hey Mom, guess what?”, Diana had said in an eager phone call ten years ago.

“What?”, Mrs.Robbins had said, laughing.

“I’m going on an expedition into the Rockies!!!! I won some contest, and I’m going!!!”, Diana answered.

“Well, come over to our house so we can start getting you ready!!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll drive over there right now.”_

Diana had never made it to the expedition, Mrs.Robbin had waited, and waited, and called. The police found nothing in the house, nothing anywhere. Diana had left, and the only way Mrs.Robbin could forget her was to consider her dead.

Now, the boy walked her to the door, and pushed her in.

“Why am I here?” she asked, desperately in need of explanation.

A shadowy figure came out of the corner.