03: 03 am in the morning . . .!
Glorina: What is that?
Flute playing softly . . .
Glorina: Monica, can you hear that! Monica, wake up!
Monica: (sleeping soundly . . . snoring . . .)
Gloria: God! I am sure that is a flute playing but were! It can’t be the wind! No! who am I supposed to call! Mom? Nah! She will get angry at me! Okay I will have to check it on my own!
Opens the window and gazed around the fields! The grass is rustling with the sound of the flute playing in the background! Notices a shadow figurine of a lady standing at the highest level on the ground near a pack of dense trees that appear to be the gates to the wilderness! Glorina began to enjoy the mesmerizing tone of the flute reaching her on the magical wings of the soft breeze moving her beautiful ginger curls to the back frequently. Glorina appears to enjoy the sound not knowing what is coming her way! Suddenly, she feels so light as if flying in the air!