*gasp*

[halcyonbird]

*an owl hoots in the background, as elm trees lean over a still Churchyard in the dead of night*

*the wind moans through the hills eerily*

*a muffled noise in heard, deep in the ground*

*a tremor is felt, under a small patch of grass*

*the ground splits open slightly, dirt falls to either side*

*the owl screams and flies away*

*a single hand emerges from the ground and claws its way up*

*a lone figure pulls itself up from the ground*

*Elizabeth shakes herself off, muttering under her breath*

*suddenly looks around seeing an audience, and grins sheepishly*

"I err...ummm....yeah...need to see a man about an umbrella"

*runs off into the moonless night muttering about catching that "horrid little phantasm"*