Eda was supposed to start her shift as usual at 3am taking over from Eli, who simply needed to visit the outhouse and go to bed. They had about 10 minutes in which the lighthouse would remain lit in their absence. 

In the dark, Eda took Eli's shoes by accident. Eli shrugged, walking to the stairs in his holed socks instead, unbothered. He slips on the damp floor, from a drip in the hole in the ceiling, and is thrown headfirst down the narrow staircase. He is killed instantly. 

The lack of a scream meant that Eda was not as alert as she should have been. Hearing the thud she flitted to the hole in the floor that led down to the staircase. She suspected foul play from Eli and cautiously called out, listening intently, but hearing no response.

'Alright! I'm coming to get you!' She declares, and hurtles down the staircase hoping to surprise Eli. Unfortunately, he did in fact surprise her once last time as she stepped on his coat, tripped over his body and fell to the same demise as her brother.

Upon the usual bright light outside flickering out; Grandma Lizzie is alerted out of her slumber. She comes running from her small bunk nestled by the bottom of the stairs to see the tragedy. Her grief is unmatched by any other pain.

Eli and Eda were born in a grey and rainy village in Merseyside in 1824. Their grandmother, fondly named Lizzie Wild, having taken over from her sadly deceased husband in 1797, had become a pioneer.

She'd not been able to have children, but had adopted a little girl from an orphanage in the village and brought her up with all the love a mother could give. She gave her the name Melody Wild. Melody married a boy from Liverpool, John Ferne (nicknamed Dagger John for his wicked sense of humour) and they lived in the lighthouse together with Lizzie.

However, their peaceful lives took a turn as Melody fell pregnant with twins. Already only a tiny little thing, her body struggled to cope, and she grew frailer and frailer, as her babies grew inside her. On the day of the twins birth, the doctor was sent for, but there was nothing to be done.

Melody was lost on the day the twins arrived. Dear John lost himself and his famous humour that day. Only weeks later, in a drunken stupor and overrun with grief, he hurled himself from the same cliff where he had proposed to his sweet Melody, leaving the twins to be raised by their Grandma Lizzie.

Between parenting rambunctious twins, and manning a lighthouse (which is no easy task for a woman growing old), Lizzie hadn't had the money or the time to fix that blasted hole in the roof that kept dripping water into the twins' bedroom floor.

Grandma Lizzie kept her memories close to her until she died. She handed the lighthouse over to one of John's cousins, Anne-Marie along with her sisters Janet and Cathy. The lighthouse, once the source of great darkness and grief, became alight with the bustle of noisy children and visitors once more.

Despite their grim beginning and dreadful end, Eli and Eda's lives were full of exploring the outdoors, getting their boots muddy, teasing each other and tripping Lizzie from underfoot with their constant games. They watched ships come and go into the harbour from the windy lookout, smug with the knowledge that their light was the beacon that kept the people of the village safe. 

They were cheeky, energetic and fiercely proud of their Grandma and their beloved Lighthouse.

Their story continues in their new adventures in the afterlife…