A young woman smiles indulgently at the happily gurgling infant in her arms, murmuring softly,
She rocks back and forth in front of a roaring log fire. The leaping flames wrestle with the ice of the blizzard outside, embracing them in protective warmth.
The screen begins to fade, but the woman's voice carries on, growing stronger as she continues with the haunting melody
Every morning you greet me.
The light of dawn begins to filter in through snow laden windows, and she hurries to answer frantic knocking on her door.
Outside, two strangely dressed men huff and puff as they fumble to hand her a hastily written letter
Small and white, clean and bright ,
She throws a worried look over her shoulder to the child tucked safely in her crib. Turning back to the men, she demands an explanation, not even bothering with the letter scrunched in her hand. They gesture wildly, panic obvious in they way they stutter and stumble.
All of a sudden, a look of horror and absolute te