I’ll sing you a tale,Of evil and woe,On his way to school, was little Joe,All that was found was his bloody coat,His bastard tormentor had cut his throat.

You were sixteen when Chernobyl went up, Ollie.” Sangster recalled the incident. “Yes, and there was nothing I could have done to prevent it, just as the other disasters I saw. I see the incidents just hours before they occur and are helpless to prevent it, as the details are usually too vague. No, Rachel, at least consoling the living does not warrant a spell in a straitjacket.

They called her plain Jane, Until she was slain, The culprit being the clown, Stuffed down a drain, Without her mane, Little Jane was cut down.

June 1st, 1925, Mediterranean Sea. The Empress Medina drifted on a sea of glass; a sea so calm and tranquil. The Greek sailors observed the magnificent passenger liner as their colleagues prepared to board. Little did they know that they were in attendance of one of the nautical mysteries of the twentieth century.