The chance to taunt death seemed a natural progression for Helen; she'd already had her fill of torturing the living. Forcibly persuaded to give up her role as the tyrannical head of I.T. Support, she binged on self-depravation and staggered her way into a nightmare. Was it real? Was it over? Sceptical as she was, the amulet she wore seemed to have a story to tell. A stubborn lock signals the start of a journey across lifetimes. An eternity of opportunities lies in wait, with only one warning: 'Ancient powers stalk, Don't falter, don't flinch, don't trip...' ...Helen tripped.