It was a normal day in Bethill Valley. The night sky had just started to fade, and a bright sun cast its light across the horizon as Agatha Baldwin drove her small 1970 Phantom through the hills and down to the center of town near the tracks. She had left very early, despite her mother’s pleas to wait until the sun came up before departing. This was Agatha’s first job in a very long time, and she was excited. So she decided to leave before her mother or aunt had any idea. When she turned onto the street called Stanley, she headed in the direction of the tracks, as her map had suggested. The bells on the church at the corner, Grateful Gospel Church, had just begun to ring as she drove down Stanley Lane searching for the numbers 386.