The story begins.... darkness....
"When I was a young boy...."
A sheet of white light flashes across the screen and pulls into focus a lens flared graveyard, overgrown with tangles of death...a light rain tapping against the ancient markers of unfulfilled lives....
"My father...took me into the city..."
A light hum begins to reverberate and grow louder as the rainfall intensifies...a dark shape is seen to flash across the skyline...
"To see a marching band."
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Danny Whithers looked away from the projection screen and contemplated the purpose for this horribly forced introduction. His mind had drifted to other things...to less savory things.
