It's late October in Washington, and the afternoon is chilled by the slightest, bone-biting breeze as Ashley shifts restlessly at the foot of the stone structure. Without anything substantial underneath, she's to acknowledge that the hoodie and sweats aren't much help in fending off the cold. She stares at the entryway to the tomb, but her eyes are glazed with a telltale look of disinterest; her mind is wandering. She turns and takes a few paces off the staircase, puffing at a still-fresh Marlboro Light. Her gaze shifts out over the cemetery, taking in the bare, skeletal limbs of the trees fla... Show more