Quite alone on a corner of one of the less fashionable suburbs in West Chester County, New York stood a squat, ugly two storey brick building with a hanging sign over the front door which read "Peculiar Press". It was a bleak winter afternoon, and standing beside one of the upstairs windows, Julie Carey looked out at the storm, with the last words Roger Carey had said to her ringing through her head... "I don't ever want to see that place again, I don't ever want to see you again!".