She wished for it, her mouth silently whispered the words, the wishes that echoed in her mind. 'Come to me,' she said, 'come come, come to me. I want ...ou.'The slightly cooler breeze of the onset of rain crept in through the patio doors, circling her, enveloping her, and waking her from her waking dreamy sleep.'You are here,' she whispered to the silence, to the nothing there. Barefoot and free of all other material forms, her slenderness on show to the world - if it should happen to be watching. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the. She took in the behemoth building jutting into the sky behind her. The white marble, detailed carvings and ornate pillars of age-old Roman architecture were unmistakable. This is a place she had only seen in pictures. St. Peter’s Basilica.She turned back to the skyline and looked out at the picturesque scenery. The Tiber river flowed in the distance, but not with the clear blue one would expect. Milky white waves cascaded down its length and lapped against the shore. Jessica closed her eyes and. Yeah!" I replied nervously."Come on! Their nearly ready for us!" replied the man.Then these two guys, who were a lot older, in fact they were basically grandads, with grey hair, moustaches, and fading tattoo's, then led me inside, and I followed them through a collection of crates and boxes, until we emerged into the middle of the building, where the shoot seem to be happening.There was a large rug, with a king size bed on it in the middle of the room, and bright filming lights were around it,.