Saema is wheeled through a set of doors in the embalming room and into a large, walk-in cooler where her casket sits with three others, awaiting transit to her home state for her wake, funeral, and burial. The transport van that had been chartered out by the airline that was responsible for flying her body back home to Pennsylvania had arrived at the funeral home at 3:00 in the afternoon, checking over and initialling all required paperwork. Victor also opened the girl’s casket so that they could verify that the living photographs of the girl they were given matched the embalmed, barefoot corpse laying before them. One of the couriers moved Saema’s cool left foot and double-checked the toe-tag and then dropped it back in place. With that, Saema’s transport casket was closed and put in the back of the van and driven out to the airport. TSA agents reviewed the paperwork present with airline and cargo staff, deciding that everything appeared to be in order. They opted not to open the casket again, citing that the verification by the transport drivers would serve as good enough for them. Cargo operators were then responsible for getting the casket onto an inclined conveyor and up into the plane’s cargo hold where a worker found a place to secure it down and make sure it would not move around during flight. The flight would depart Los Angeles at around 4:55 PM and with the connecting stops it had to make would not reach Philadelphia International until 11:18 PM Eastern Time. It would be after 1:30 in the morning by the time her body had arrived Jupiter Hill Mortuary Services’ receiving bay in the small town of Beaver Falls. “Fuckin’ nightshift,” Carlo muttered to himself as he pulled his earbuds out and typed an “AFK” message into the chat window of the MMO he was playing. “That raid was going great, too. Probably shouldn’t have started it though,” he sighed. Carlo was the on-call attendant this evening. 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Flicking on the light to illuminate the back drive, he unbolted the lock and opened the worn wooden door out into the mellow night air. “You, uhhhh…” a gruff voice started as a van door opened. “Carlo Maretti?” The voice came from a heavy set man in jeans and a grey dress shirt with the name ‘Stalton’ over the left pocket. “Yep, that’s me,” the young man replied. “Unless there’s some other asshole named Carlo working at a fuckin’ funeral home at midnight on a Friday.” The driver chuckled. “Glad you’ve got a sense of humor. Bet you need it workin’ this job.” He handed Carlo a clipboard with various papers attached to it. “I’m supposed to give you all this. It’s related to her transport here from over in California,” he said. Stalton walked around to the back of the van amateur and opened the double doors. “You need to verify this is her before I head out of here?” He looked around, appearing a little uneasy. “I’m assuming the guys at TSA didn’t completely fuck it up,” Carlo began. “Looks to me like everything is in order, unless someone abducted the corpse mid-flight and parachuted off that plane.” He shrugged. “Ah, man...Yeah, I guess we’d better take a look. I don’t want to be caught with my pants down later if it’s not her.” Stalton shrugged and pulled a key out of a small bag he had with him and slid it into a lock on the side of the coffin. After a quick turn, a snapping sound indicated that the lid had been unlocked. He looked at the young guy, really not wanting to have to be the one to open the thing up. Carlo sensed this, so indian he went ahead and lifted the lid back and peered inside. 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