A shack. Might seem like just a wooden structure to most. Just an old building that had once been used, now cast aside for the weather. A memory now forgotten. If you take a moment to think about what that shack has been through, a family that it once sheltered, a lumberjack it once saved from the cold. When one may see it's true worth, fix the windows and patch the roof, only then will it mean something.

The little shack was nothing but cosy. Once on, hanging bulbs shed a warm glow, illuminating the round table with five mismatching chairs placed around it. When Breece and his friends had found the shack, it had been falling apart with holes in the ceiling and walls. With the materials they already had, and some pocket money chucked in from each, they put glass in the windows, patched the holes and added a few old pieces of worn furniture.

The hardest part for them was scavenging enough money to add second hand solar-panels to the roof for electricity and creating flaps of wood attached to the roof that folded back to hide the solar panels from the prying eyes of those who see no wrong in taking others valuables into their own possession.

Each chair was occupied by a noisy teenager, well, each chair except Davis', which remains unoccupied as he stood, staring out the window towards the box-like buildings of Sculven.

Breece wondered what his usually loud friend was thinking about.

"Wouldn't it be cool?"
Davis suddenly turned around, "Wouldn't it be cool to find the graves? The angels? Heaven's filing system?"

The small room fell silent, each person looking at him.

"What?" It was Breece who had spoken, putting all their thoughts out loud.

"Well you know, it's just a suggestion."
Davis walked closer, "All that fame Oliver's uncle gets, and he didn't even bring back any proof he did see the graves. But if we did... Imagine it."

Oliver jumped up, "Oi! My uncle would never lie!"

Davis sighed, "I know, but imagine if we brought something back. A photograph, anything. And too see an angel..."

"That's crazy!" Linda exclaimed, "No body has made it before!"

Oliver smiled, "Nobody but my uncle."

Ava mumbled, deep in thought, "We don't even know where to go, how to get their, and I doubt your uncle would just, tell us."

Oliver smiled, a scary smile, one of which that would make you question there intentions, "No, he most definitely wouldn't, but he kept a journal of his whole journey there and back, and I know where he hides it."

Denis shared an evil smile with Oliver, Ava bit her lip thoughtfully, Linda was looking around the circular table nervously, and Breece, Breece thought about it. Would he let them risk their lives for some stupid fame? Only to grow old and die as alcoholics like most famous people in this world?
No, he wouldn't.
But would he risk his life to see an angel? To see the thousands of headstones that signify every person in this world? Would risk everything for the adventure of a lifetime? No- of ten life times?

Yes, yes he would.