"-- and the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold. I'm much to young to feel this damn old --" Sadie sang along softly with the music coming from her boombox, but she wasn't feeling it. She had a pile of lumber in her yard which was slowly being transformed into a deck for her mobile home. She'd picked up Mary and her tools and brought her over to help, but it was just the two of them. Mary only needed a ride because she couldn't take her tools to the nether-realm that wraiths used to navigate around the world.

The wraith, normally a solitary creature, had apparently...