Evil comes in many guises. Katie hopes the new place will be better than the last. Except not even a bluebird cries a welcome. Just an eerie foreboding and silent mournful cry. The Church Falls Hospice sign swings back and forth, battered by the wind and passing of time. For her, time is the same. Always nine years old, she never grows taller than a doorknob. In her mind she holds a snapshot of the administrators, smiling Pastor and pristine Mrs. Marlene. What Katie finds at Church Falls, Maine is that pictures are misleading and photos are better left stilled in time.