Prologue
March 21st, 1992. The doctor declared the baby to be a "lovely, healthy baby girl" as the pink fleece bundle was handed to the exhausted mother. Barely conscious, the father took the initiative in reciting the name to those who would document it. Timantha Tiberius Turner was printed in fine lettering above the weight, date and location of birth. Mr. and Mrs. Turner were delighted by the birth of their first and only born child, and were thrilled that they had thoroughly prepared themselves for the little princess to be coming home.
Little over a day later, the happy family could at last go home. The exhausted Mrs. Turner cradled the wide-eyed newborn, still wrapped in the hospital's pink blanket, a matching pink hat snug on its head. The skies were blue and clear, the air a comfortable chill, and the skyline of trees blurring by the car's speed.
"Welcome home, Timantha!" Called Mr. Turner as he held the door open, allowing his wife to enter and introduce the infant to the new surroundings. With a content sigh, the family of three knew this would be a good turn of events.
