The wind blew in through the open window.

The wind blew in through the open window.

It flew over the lawyer's desk and whisked away the last page of Lord Cobble's will. The sheet danced in the wind's eddies and out into the street where it was picked up by

Billy Deuce. Just before wiping, he read the words at the top "... and I bequeath to the reincarnation of my 1st wife who proves said fact to the Executer of my estate by

blah blah blah official blah blah blah inheritance blah blah..." Evidently the person reading Billy's will had gotten bored but forgot he was still dictating to the stonecarver.

Reginald knew, or wished, that he was the rightful heir to the money in the blah blah blah memorial, but he had no way of proving it. So late one night he slipped sleeping pills in

His wife's drink, so he would be able to sneak out at night and do what needed to be done in order to secure his supposed inheritance.

Without asking, she drank the chartreuse coloured concoction and excused herself, never seen or heard from again. He became a tortoiseshell tabby cat named Tiffany. She was

mentioned just one sentence after being told that she was never seen or heard from again, disproving the very claim they continued to make about her. She was heard. She was seen.

And now you....you are hearing her. You are seeing her. Yes, I am she. I am the one, the only...and now you will never be rid of me. NEVER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! Curtain down.