I carefully stepped in front of one in particular. It stood out from all the rest. Where most tombs were topped with a crumbling stone cross, this one had a once gold, but now rusted star sitting on top. The moment I stood before it, I felt the necklace flare up – this was it. She was in there, sitting in complete darkness, alone and scared, and had probably lost all hope of being rescued.
– C.C. Ford