This is a story of Finders Keepers, Loser's Weepers. Old Mr. Seamus looks over at the dead body. He continues to pull the bookshelf away from the wall revealing a hole in the wall. On the other side, the room was as bright as the sun. Old Mr. Seamus enters the room. UV lights hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room. Old Mr. Seamus's eyes can barely focus due to the bright light. They grew something in there, he thinks. Something beautiful. Fourteen...