"Why are you taking a picture of me?"

"Why not? You look so pretty like this, Eloise!"

"Thank you, but i'm not doing anything but reading..."

"Hehe... I know."

Birmingham, England 1919. On the nineteenth day of October, Eloise Jones passed away mysteriously. Doctors could not determine how she died. They found her without a beating heart, and that was it.

Her best friend, Mary, was devastated. She was not the same since. She was quiet, her eyes gaining bags as dark as the night. She studied medicine, desperate to find the cause of the one she loved's death.

'I know how Eloise died.' The wind whispered it to her.

'I know how Eloise died.' The leaves murmured as they rustled.

'I know how Eloise died.' The old mansion where she once lived sighed out, creaking under its own weight.

Mary thought for a moment that she had finally gone insane, when she went inside the perfect breeding place for bad memories; and when the old oak doors slammed behind her.

"How did Eloise die?" She demanded.

'Many times.'

"How?"

'We'll show you. Perhaps if you intervene enough, you can get her back in your life. But the question is, will you?'

"..."

"Yes. Anything to see her again."