Moments can occur when you least expect them, existing for only the briefest of instances; often leaving you wondering if such an experience could ever happen again. They might find you alone, happy, excited or regretful. But remember, they will find you...Rita Fosdyke is in her early sixties and sits alone in a room. She’s dressed very elegantly, sitting in front of a mirror and applying the final touches to her make-up. A beautiful vase of flowers sits upon her desk and nearby, a hat waits patiently upon its stand. Elsewhere, David Mackenzie sits alone in a modest living room. In front of him, on an old stained coffee table, sits an urn. It’s lid awkwardly taped shut by sticky tape. Lastly, Audrey Williams finds hereself walking down a drab, grey hallway within her local police station. Alongside her walks an officer who struggles to hide a sarcastic smirk from crawling across his face. They turn a corner and enter a small white room; containing nothing but a few plastic chairs.Slowly, they all begin to speak.