Dustin had slipped into the back door. She moved between empty or half built coffin boxes. They came in all sizes. Most taller than her, but some... some were much much smaller...

She heard the men talking to one another, and she saw them through a half open door...

... What she saw next astounded her. She couldn't look away... 

When it was over. She turned around and went back outside.

"Its the bad luck come after me..." She muttered to herself. She wanted to throw up, but her stomach was dry and empty. She was going to go home... but saw a man knocking on the door to the morgue.

Normally she would mind her own business.

But the bad luck was catching, she knew.

"Sir." She walked to the man, Manny. "Best not go in there. I'm sure it will be open in the morning for you. Move along tonight."