The dancers moved slowly through the fog like impossible silhouettes, tumbling more like fall leaves than human forms. It was ballet, but not in traditional attire; instead each body was clad only in charcoal grey. With the music they cast a sense of unease, a tension in the audience, a craving for the faster movements to come.

The auditorium was dark and all of the light that remained was focused on the stage.

"Here they come." Reece's sister Dayna said. She was sitting right next to Reece and her tone was one of slight sarcasm the kind that only a sister that was two years older then him could muster.