Swirls of pinks and purples. It was a sunset to remember. If only she had remembered her camera, she thought regretfully. As she looked up, she saw something small, but fast, dart across the horizon. She had to look twice, it couldn't be...

“Where to?” asked the driver. He had finished putting her bag in the trunk and was clearly anxious to leave. She hesitated to answer looking back at her apartment. “The Farm” she finally answered. With a huff the driver took off. The Farm was notorious, but not for its produce.