• Traveling along the snow covered field, a horse-drawn carriage halts to a skidding stop. A man gets out, wondering why the sudden change in momentum. The coachman explains the current circumstances, so the man, newly assured, turns on his heel and starts heading toward the welcoming warmth of the compartment. The wind, whispering softly through the trees, added to the ghostly effect the night had on him, so quickening his pace, he shivers uncertainly. Here and there scurry the little creatures that inhabit the forest surrounding the carriage, but then the noise abruptly stops. The man is now afraid, so quietly stepping towards the door, he loses all air of dignity. While the silence lingers, the man loses all sense of control. Then there is a swift motion, the thud of a falling body, and the continuing clopping of the horses’ hooves.
    As the carriage nears a prestigious inn, the doorman awakes. Rushing to the cramped booth, he opens the door and waits courteously for the man to get out. Nothing stirs.
    “Sir?” he calls, “Sir?”
    He hurries inside the inn and reappears with a torch. Cautiously stepping inside the carrel, the porter looks around, surprised an empty carriage would arrive this time at night.
    The coach was ornately decorated complete with a carpeted floor. The cushioned seats were covered in the finest leather; the curtains were of the finest silk. Slightly awed, the bellboy shrugs, then turns around and comes face-to-face with the coachman; the last sight he ever saw.