"What in God's name are you doing up in that tree, Amy," Gabriel Martin yelled angrily as he stomped through the golden wheat field to the foot of the tree. A young girl in a pale pink broadcloth dress glanced down toward Gabriel with a devilish smile. "Hello Gabriel!" she said as she waved mockingly. Gabriel watched anxiously, his eyes betraying panic, as Amy swung her legs over a branch and held on loosely upside down. He never got the better end of their disagreements. They usually ended the same as this one had, with Amy doing something foolish or dangerous just to prove herself to him. "Amy Card, you get down out of that tree before I climb up and get you myself," Gabriel nearly screamed. Laughter rang out from where Amy sat in the tree's old branches. "Oh Gabriel, stop trying to act like your father, and climb up here with me," "Climb up? In that old thing? It hasn't been sturdy since last winter." Gabriel shouted, trying to caution her. "Suit yourself," Amy giggled out as she stood on her tippy-toes and tried to reach a higher branch. "Fine," Gabriel spat out as he turned to leave, "But don't come crying to me when you break your ne.." CRACK! Gabriel spun around fast enough to see the broken branch and leaves fall gracefully to the ground around the still form of Amy's blood-soaked body. "NOOOO!"