Marina stared around the hall. Floating candles hovered in mid air dripping with deep crimson blooms. Cobwebs clung onto the wall. The air smelt stale. From an uncertain place came a noise. It sounded like someone was scraping a fork against a plate. The sound was deafening. She had no time to find out what it was. All she knew was that was not what she was looking for. But in the corner of dead town hall there was box; inside the was a pendant she was seeking.