The palest dusting of freckles he had ever seen on a human being rested over the bridge and just over her upper lip along her cupid's bow. Sometimes, he'd connect them. He'd try to find constellations in the sprinkles, try to find the brightest star - which rested right below her left eye - and give it a new name every time he found it. Today it was Scorpius.

Finding her lying beside the lake would be the beginning of the end.