"Well, let's be honest, your mother's an angel. More specifically, according to everyone, your mother's an angel. It's not rocket science, although rocket science is pretty easy, in my opinion." There was a pause in the man's voice. "Don't listen to daddy, he's rambling."

"So, mommy's just really pretty, daddy?"

The man sighed. "No, Beth, she's... Yeah. Your mother's beautiful."

"Hey, daddy! Can I be pretty just like mommy?"

"Sure. Knock yourself out."

"I'm gonna be the prettiest girl in the world, just wait!"

"If you say so."

"Can you help me with my adventure? "

The man stifled a laugh. "Adventure?"

"Yep! When I get older, I need to go on quests to buy pretty makeup and clothes so that I be just as pretty and successful as mommy!"

"Self-care isn't really a quest, Beth. Plus, being successful doesn't rely on beauty, sweetie. You need brains more than anything."

There was an immediate tone of excitement in the child's voice. "Then I'll turn into a zombie and eat all of daddy's brains out! Then, I'll be smarter than Frankenstein!"

The man began to laugh, which caused the child to laugh as well.

Suddenly, there was a surge of lightning that coursed through every nerve, every ounce of her brain until the memory disintegrated into nothingness and there was only a void of complete darkness.

She opened her eyes slowly, the man and the child's laughter fading away into a faint distance. Blue and pink radiant koi fish launched in and out of the crisp, aqua suffused waters. The thin, rosy boat levitated aloft, and the silken feathers that it held moved gently as the wind whispered through the gold and jade trees. She laid peacefully on top of the pale white feathers, yet on the inside she felt nothing but immense pain. Merciless pain that refused to decrease. The moonlight radiated on her skin and her body. Her long hair covered her slightly. Her dull, lifeless eyes scanned the vast, open skies that shined a bright tawny yellow and the lilac stars broke apart, gliding across the pale moon. Her scarlet strands of hair cascaded about ten inches below her rear end and she had two braids that plummeted down her shoulders from her side bangs; one was a short braid that stopped at her collar bone, and the other braid was the same length as her hair. Her white dress was short and tight with gold rubies outlining her sides. She sat up and looked around. Her tedious eyes matched her dreary gaze as she watched the horizon. When she saw the land peaking over the water, she raised her eyebrows. It was then that she put her hand to her non-beating heart and stared at the portal gun that laid on the tan, rocky earth.

"... Rick..."

••• To be continued •••