She stood for a while staring at the death place of her parents. She did not know what she was looking for. Maybe to fill the emptiness she felt inside or to find something that was calling her. She crept slowly through her house. It was recognizable. She had known every inch and crevice of the house. She searched for her unknown objective. The kitchen was left spotless. There was an odd lack of dust in the house. The years of old of food were left in its place, but nothing was rotten. It remained as if it was bought from the grocery store the day before. If she didn’t know better she could swear she could smell the scent of fresh cookies in the oven. She shook her head and headed out towards the old staircase. Her mind was playing tricks on her as she climbed the stairs. She could here the sounds of her father’s music being played from her father’s study.