We entered a room that years before must have been a small child’s room. Now it was more like a butcher’s or a hunter’s waste room. Still, in the back of the room, the sweet voice of a little boy echoed. We got a little closer to see the lovely baby. Much closer. The creature burst out laughing and threw us a piece of paper with scarlet letters on it. As we escaped from that room we heard in the distance a melody with the lyrics “play, play over again, recover Virginia’s memory, play and play and you’ll see, is that what really happened?”. The house was becoming more and more ruined. Was the time passing differently in that spot? We had only one thought: to get out of there. The lullaby