When the moon rose, the streets became silent. You could only hear a distant howl of the wind. Only one person was outside, a girl named Tia. She walked slowly along the long, forgotten street where her Grandpa used to live. She looked up, wearily thinking about her Grandpa. She used to go to his house every day after school. They would go to their special place at the back of their overwhelmed garden. Tia looked back down and again started walking. She put her hand up against the wall of his house and she could feel his ancient spirit.