The old lady has lived on her own for as long as she can remember. She enjoys her own company, watching the fire dance and drawing with her special pen.

Her quiet solitude was broken by drastic banging, the likes of which she has never heard before. Nobody ever knocks on her door. Well, perhaps once, but never twice, and only for good reason.

The banging started again. There is a determination in this hammering on her door. Could this be the grim reaper hoping to find the old lady dressed and ready for him?

Nobody else is brave enough to touch that knocker.