Carrigan, simetransparent and insubstantial in the noonday sun, floated to the cliff's edge. She looked down, taking in the sight of the rocks far below. She silently wished she could plummet to her death upon that merciless slab of stone. Oh the joy, the relief! But she could not. She was already dead, she couldn't die again. Standing upon the brink of a steep descent, Carrigan closed her eyes. She blocked out the world completely, not even seeing the person nearing the summit. Not that they would see her, a shining silver distortion almost invisible in the sunlight...