Cemetary, Wire, Accident

The shovel hit something solid in the ground.

"Here we are." The Old one said to the Young one.

The young one peeked out from behind his jury-rigged computer setup strewn all about his small metal cart.

"That's what I thought. You would have gotten to the coffin hours ago if you had just digged there first."

"Dug."

"Excuse me?"

"The correct past tense form of the word 'Dig is 'Dug' not 'Digged'. Can't you look that up on your computer there?"

The Young one steamed, while the Old one continued. "And besides, this isn't where your mess of wires told me to dig. I'd still be slogging out dirt if I had listened to that abomination."

"You shouldn't be so dismissive of technology. It's just a tool, the same as your shovel."

"Maybe. I'd hate to dig a hole with it, though. Now get down here and help me clear this out. I don't want to be in this cemetary all night"

It took a few minutes, but the dirt was soon cleared away, revealing the length of the wooden coffin.

"Now lets take a look at that pretty face." The Old one said, pulling the top of the coffin off.

"Oh God," said the Young one. In the coffin was a young girl, not older than 16. "She looks so peaceful..."

"She looks dead to me." the Old one said, and to show his point pulled up one of her hands and let it flop back to her side.

"Stop it." Said the Young one.

"Jesus man, she's already dead. What do you want me to do?"

"I...I don't know."

The Young one had obviously gotten worked up over this. He stepped back and composed himself. "How do you think she died?"

The Old one surveyed her "No obvious wounds...of course the funeral home would have cleaned that up anyway. Car Accident? Disease maybe?"

He stood up and looked at her. "Only one way to find out."

On cue, the Young one grabbed the mess of wires from the cart and dragged them over to the girls head. He attached them carefully to specific points along her skull.

"Ready?" Said the Old one, after a while.

"Ready." Said the Young one. "Beginning download."