Tom Sheridan could already hear the music when he pulled into the parking lot of Club 17. As he entered the building, a girl with pure white hair took his hand and led him to the dance floor. Tom had never seen her before, but she seemed to know him very well.
Tom and the girl danced for what seemed like hours and the people around them faded into the background. The girl seemed tireless as she danced through one song after another, but Tom was growing sleepy, and the girl was slipping further away.
Sometime later, Tom awoke on an empty dance floor. The girl with white hair was gone, but Tom knew she would come with the night and he sat down to wait.
