The sun is full in a west window. Her finger hesitates a moment as she glances round, taking a quick inventory, confirming nothing has been overlooked. With a hint of gleeful defiance, she presses the key, shutting down her computer. She picks up her cellphone and sets it to redirect all calls. A fleeting smile escapes as she deposits her cellphone in a shoulder bag and leaves the unpopulated office suite.

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  She is finished work and off for a long, regularly anticipated weekend. Four days which coincide with the full moon. Her officemates suspect she has a monthly romantic rendezvous with a married lover. Her lover believes she is visiting family in the Appalachian foothills. Her family believe nothing. They are all dead.