There was a poem here, but the coding didn't really work out. Well...the girl hovering above the grave stone dug her friend's grave with her own two hands.(using the shovel.) That's not poop on the shovel, its rust. Haven't gotten coloring down quite yet. I'm not sure about her name, but if you have any ideas, please feel free to tell me. =) The girl mourns over her friend's death every day because her friend was the only one she had. Only person that actually acknowledged her, really. So it's a sad story.