AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!
He smiled contentedly, his midsummer nights dream pacifying him in the darkness of the world. It'd been six months since she'd left him; six months since he'd kissed his cheek and left, promising him that she'd be back in time for dinner. However in his dream she was smiling, her beautiful nutmeg cinnamon eyes sparkling in the grace of the warm sunlight cascading down from the cloudless sky. Around them the soft laughter of their three girls filled their ears as they played in the evergreen grass, lost in the wonder of innocent child play. Mary, Jane, and precious little Fabala running in the warm rays of the setting summer sun and over splashes of cool water spraying up from the sprinklers.
His eyes drank in the sheer vision of her, sitting before him once more in his dreamland. She was wearing her timeless orange tank top with the neckline that stopped just above where cleavage would begin to show. Her favorite pair of jean shorts hugging her perfectly, her pale skin glowing beautifully against her. She was only thirty years old and she looked every bit that fifteen year old girl that toured the country with him and their friends. The thirst for mystery and adventure shining clear through her beautiful bright eyes.
Suddenly the scene changed. He was in the car with her and their youngest daughter, it was raining and Elphaba was sound asleep in her car seat. In front the windshield was flooded with rain and she went to pull over as her cell-phone rang out from her pocket, both reminding her to take her medication and announcing a phone call. As she pulled over to the shoulder of the road another car slipped as it's tire gave out on the slick roads. She had swerved to miss the impact, hitting the rail and flipping over onto the other half of the empty freeway. He flooded with fear and pain as blood seeped from her skull and ears.
His heart pounding, he woke up screaming. Looking to his left he saw an empty bed and sick reality sank into him. A nurse had rushed in to see what was the matter and the look on her face told him the news was not good. His mind wandered to his daughters. He collected that they must still be asleep at the house. His heart filled with guilt as he recalled his decision to send little Elphaba away to live with his friends. Too terrified to keep her around when she looked so exactly like her mother. She was gone and he was a bad father. There was a hole that had torn in his heart and he'd dug it himself.