PROLOGUE EVELYN LEE WAS blissful and reflective. She was listening to Vincent, her favorite song with its poetic lyrics and silky melody. A tribute to the famous Dutch painter, Vincent van Gogh, it had been made popular during the seventies. A time capsule beneath the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam held a set of the artist's brushes and a copy of the music sheet. Hers was a life filled with pain, loathing, and uncertainty. She could not appreciate her existence. To her, it was a nightmare. Vincent van Gogh suffered from epilepsy, psychotic attacks, and delusions. He died in 1890 after shooting himself in the chest. Sadly, Evelyn had come to identify herself with the misunderstood man. The year was 2029 when Evelyn recalled her encounter with a mysterious object that had fallen from the sky. It could have ruined her life. Or so she thought. The hit tune was particularly nostalgic for her. She lapsed into nothingness as the last line of the last verse floated across the dimness of her room. Perhaps they never will.