She sat at a corner wearing her beautiful red robe and cried, “I hunger, I can’t stand it any more. I need to feed.”

He stroked her silky, long hair and whispered tenderly, “I know my dear, my only purpose is to find souls for you to feed on. That’s why I, The Grim Reaper, was created to aid you my beloved Death. It pains me to see you suffer.”

“Can’t you just feed me the souls of the ones aboard this ship.”

He consoled her once more. “No, there’s a time for everything and your time will come soon. I can see our destination. We arrive on Earth shortly, my love.”