Present day. A bus drove over rolling hills and stopped near a weathered sign pointing to Morning. Eleven-year old Amanda stepped out and greeted her grandmother. The girl had visited each summer but this was the first year that she was old enough to ride the bus by herself. Amanda had straight blonde hair and fare skin that made her almost disappear into the yellow hay fields behind her. She hugged her grandmother and the woman commented on how big the girl was getting. The old woman had pure white hair and a bright smile. She wore a dress with colorful red and orange flowers on it. When they pulled away from the bus stop a cardboard cutout of the girl's uncle waved at them with a motorized arm advertising ghost town tours. The man was a jolly-faced mirror image of his land swindling great-grandfather.