A delicate little step here, and there; she pranced through the graveyard on her toes, trying to avoid the monstrous thorns that threatened her tender feet. Any onlooker would have said something stupid like 'you should have known better', but truth be told, she didn't. Audrey hated wearing shoes. And anyone who knew her well would know that, but the sad thing was, nobody here knew her well at all. She was like a ghost among humans, just wafting around and drifting through their lives as unnoticed as she was when she came. Of course, she was okay with that, but she was only human, and the loneliness was beginning to take it's toll on the little woman. Every now and then she caught herself thinking about what it would be like to be able to talk to someone else. To be able to share things, do things, even just sit there and do nothing would suffice for her. In fact, she'd probably be good at it, Audrey could say a lot without words.

As she pranced through the graves, the flowers she held bobbed lightly along with her body movement. Perhaps people would assume that Audrey was here to visit her mother, or friend. Wrong again. She was here simply to talk to someone that might possibly be listening. The girl always did believe in the possibility of life after death, so she was hoping that wherever these people may be, in their parallel universe or whatever, they could hear her. That would have been nice. As she passed she read the names on the variously shaped tombstones. There were so many different shapes here it astounded her. Elegant angels rose higher than she could ever hope to be. Big crosses with delicate engravings stood like sentinels above their graves, and every now and then there would be a cherub or some sort of small child with wings. She didn't like those. It reminded her of dead children. She wasn't into that whole 'innocence lost' thing. Audrey was always upset when she saw children's deaths on the news. They were so young, they had so much more to experience, and now thanks to some idiot, or some disease, they would never be able to live their little dreams.

Adison Harper, Benjamin Harper, Susanne LeBlance, Trevor Oxford, May Dax. The names just kept on going and going, as she wove in and out of the orderly lines that the graves were arranged in. What upset her about this graveyard was that it actually looked morbid and sad. Nobody had watered the grass here in ages, so it was dry and brown and overrun with thorns. The thought that nobody could give a shit enough to just come here and water the plants made her angry. Perhaps she would take her time off and do it herself when nobody was watching. Like late at night. She chuckled softly as she imagined the scared faces of little boys as they dared one another to venture into the graveyard. When she was young, she had always gone willingly. She was always the tiny framed little girl who would go the furthers for the longest, never scared in the least. She figured it was all just mind over matter. After all, there was really nothing out there that was going to get you.

Adelaide Harrison. Audrey stopped, facing the simple headstone. Curved at the top and straight down the edges it bore her name, and of course, the dates of both her birth and death. She was seventy one when she died. And underneath her dates there was a small, beautiful inscription. 'I shall not fear'. She smiled, kneeling down on her knees and laying the roses beneath the tombstone. For a few moments she just sat in silence, picturing the old woman's face. Kind and sweet. She didn't think that Adelaide was one of those grumpy old hags suffering from Tourettes or something like that. There was a good aura around her now. She smiled. "Fearless, Mrs Harrison." She murmured, reaching forwards and tracing the womans carved name with her fingertips. She absently felt the entire stone before clasping her hands in her lap and gazing upon it again.