Dense clouds obscure full moon, bathing Sapphire City in darkness. "It's only two blocks - I'll be just fine." Mrs. Hamilton tells herself. Stiletto heels tap across concrete sidewalks until, unfathomably, the slightly silly housewife falls face first into the gutter.

"Head First Straight Down." a guttural, disembodied voices intones.

"What?!" Mrs. Hamilton cries out in confusion.

"Your head must hurt, you... Show more