The birds flew past the rocky hill. Chirping came from the skies and he knew it was time. Frank Rolling emerged from his cold stone body. His ghost flew around. He looked at his stone figure and was mad at what the village had done to him. He flew to the closest town. It was abandoned. They knew Frank wanted revenge. 100 years in stone only made him more thirsty. His heart pounded and was determined to destroy the village and find the people to end them! This search proved to fail. He searched for days. Nothing. Nothing at all.