The municipal cemetery high above the city seemed vast, and Lucien was beginning to fear he'd become disorientated.    Everywhere rows of pristine white headstones and straight, grey tarmac paths that every so often intersected.    Yet the place appeared completely devoid of human life.

Lucien sought his bearings again.   The multiply overlaid sounds of the city rose quietly around.    It was just a matter of walking long enough in a straight line, surely?    And there came again that other sound.    'Clink ... clink ... clink ...'      Lucien looked around in a fruitless 360 degree scan.    Crazy.    Although evening it wasn't even dusk yet.

 He hurried on.    It came again.    Closer.    Closer still.

 A figure in green overalls suddenly leapt up beside him.    Lucien gave a start, then relief flooded as he realised she must be a cemetery worker.    She was clutching what looked like a hammer in her hand.    And wow, but wasn't she gorgeous!     Lucien felt himself becoming characteristically tongue tied.

 "You're ... uh ... working late then?"

 The girl gave him a smile fit to make his knees wobble.    She indicated with her hypnotic, come-to-bed eyes towards the shiny marble headstone by her feet.

 "They spelled my name wrong," she said.