Hello all you lovelies! I finally finished planning the new version of this fanfiction! I'm sorry it took so long...I had multiple fits of horrible, horrible indecisiveness): Nonetheless, here's the first part of the new version-a prologue. I'm going to incorporate the same ideas I had for the previous one, keep the personality I had planned for Jenny, and maintain the plot changes I had in store...it's just that now there's a better back story!

So,whether old or new reader, please enjoy (:

"We're almost there, right?"

The modest bouquet of pure white carnations resting on my lap rustled as the car eased into a wide right turn.

"Almost," he said, clearly but wistfully, deep brown eyes facing the road ahead but looking nowhere.

I stared at him for a few long seconds and fell into a trance of nostalgia, then pulled myself back to the present and tried to divert the subject away from the yearly routine we were fulfilling today.

"The weather's great today, isn't it, Grandpa?" I spouted out with poorly faked enthusiasm.

He chuckled slightly—this, I smiled at—and went on to reply with "Yes it is Jenny…" Grandpa patted the steering wheel under his calloused hands and tossed a melancholy look at the sparsely but artfully clouded blue sky.

I peered out the car window, across a lane, and down at the clear river flowing a ways below us. Following its swift but gentle flow, my eyes spotted a familiar wooden bridge in the distance and my fingers tightened their grip around the wrapped carnation stems. Suddenly, I felt the river closing in on us. I stretched my neck to get a better view—eyebrows scrunched—then realized that we'd drifted into the wrong lane. I immediately turned to my grandfather and shot a hand out to warn him, but my arm froze and voice choked.

His weathered hands were frantically clutched against his chest, fingers twisted and tangled in a once perfectly ironed shirt; his sturdy jaw shivered with short, sharp breaths, and his eyes bulged wide open and unfocused.

"G-Grand..pa…?" I sputtered out hoarsely, my hands shaking just as violently as his.

"J-Jenny…"

His whisper stung me like a million needles—then he fell against the steering wheel, arms drooped, fingers loose, eyes shut, breath stopped, chest still—and his silence hit me like a billion bricks.

My scream was piercingly accompanied by that of skidding tires and a blaring horn.

With a rough jerk, the river closed in on me again, the white carnations slipped out of my hands and flew to the car ceiling, and grandpa's limp figure seemed to sit up again…but when I felt a surge of tension collide against me and the sound of splashing water, I remembered that his heart had stopped, and I felt mine do the same.

Not much actual Death Note action yet...but hey, it is a prologue(;

Sorry if that seemed kind of cheesy or unrealistic...urgh.

Chapter 1 will be up ASAP (a day or two)

I'm even more excited than before to start churning these chapters out, especially because now there's actual a more complete and well-rounded plot line. (Thanks Memory25 for all the help, all the time.)

Thanks for reading!