Naomi and Stephen Winchester were sleeping. Their parents had their eyes on the road. The family of four were heading home from a day out in Hamilton. Firstly for Stephen's annual check-up at the hospital and secondly for new clothes and birthday gifts for both the kids. They even had a rare treat of Pizza for dinner. It was the perfect day out in the eyes of the three year old boy and five year old girl in the back seat. But what was one of the best days would soon turn into a terrible tragedy.

A group of party going kids from Waikato University had gotten drunk at a mate's house. Although New Zealand had laws about drunk drivers, the thought had long been forgotten. Even if they had remembered, no one (sober, drunk or otherwise) would have been able to take the students home. No one lived on or any near the campus. So the drunk kids got into their car and drove. It had been a miracle that they had gotten to the outskirts of Hamilton without causing an accident. Of course, their luck ran out when they came across a red Nissan Qashqai ST model. Inside that car was four people. Two adults, two children. As they drew closer to the red car, the drunken driver started swerving, tempting Fate. Fate decided that it was high time their luck ran out. The driver of the Nissan realised too late what was going on and the two cars collided.

It took rescue crews one long hours to get the seven civilians out of the wrecked cars. The driver and passenger of the Nissan were declared dead on impact while the three year old boy in the back seat had died from a broken neck. He was the last body to be recovered. The first was the boy's five year old sister. She had been the only person responding when the crew had first arrived. Like her younger brother, the girl suffered lot of cuts. The cut that worried paramedics was one on the upper part on her right arm. A piece of glass was lodged in it and it was bleeding. They just had to hope that the girl could pull through and survive. The three drunken university students had all been knocked unconscious. The driver had a broken leg while the passenger had a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a badly bruised shoulder. The person in the back seat was in need of surgery. He later died on the surgical table. It seemed his wounds to his stomach and lower body was too much for the young man. The five year old girl had also been rushed to surgery. With her parents dead and no legal adult to consent the surgery, her brother's doctor (who recognized the girl from the session he had with her brother earlier) gave it the green light, pulling up her medical files. The girl had no allergies and was an asthmatic. While in surgery he contacted the emergency contact listed on file. Her father's brother and sister-in-law lived in Cambridge and they were soon there. From there living arrangements could be made.

It was 5am in Cimarron, Kansas and Dean Turner was sleeping. Yes, he knew that he was expected at work in under three hours. Yes, he knew that the FBI wanted him on a very important case, one he would have to be prepared for. But he wanted his sleep. He wanted to get a full night's sleep. The fresher his eyes were on the case, the better chances of him closing it. And then the phone rang. No one from the FBI would ring this early unless it was extremely important. Dean's friends were in India studying the elephants and had called him earlier. It couldn't be them again. The only other person Dean's 5am brain could think of was his older sister, Ruth. While the two were close as kids, the two siblings had drifted apart. In both the metaphorical and literal sense. After meeting Maurice Winchester and going on a few dates while she was studying in New Zealand, Ruth had decided to stay in New Zealand. The couple married and had two kids; Stephen and Naomi. Dean loved his niece and nephew. He finally picked up the phone.

"Dean Turner,"

"Hello Dean, I'm Owen Winchester, Maurice's older brother. There's been an accident concerning Ruth, Maurice and the kids,"

"Are they all right?" Dean asked. His heart was going faster and faster.

"Ruth and Maurice were killed from impact and Stephen died due to a broken neck but Naomi managed to survive. She's in surgery at the moment. Some glass got lodged in her arm," Owen explained "We've been told that Maurice and Ruth put in their will that if anything happened to them and a guardian was required because both or one of the kids were under aged, they were to go into your custody,"

"That's right. I'm catching the next flight to New Zealand if I can," Dean told Owen "Please stay with Naomi,"

"Okay Dean. We'll see you soon," Both males disconnected the call. Dean brought up the number for his office. He hit call.

"Hello Mandy, This is Agent Dean Turner, I need to talk to Special Agent Jackson," The call was directed to Dean's boss.

"Dean, what a surprise, we weren't expecting you for another three hours," Special Agent Jackson spoke.

"Hello Chris. This isn't about the case you're about to hand to me. I can't take that case. I've just had a call from my sister's brother-in-law that she and her family were in an accident. My sister, her husband and three year old son have died and I have been asked by Ruth and Maurice years ago to take in their other child. I am taking the next month off – holiday hours. Then I ease back into work with just plain desk work until school starts and maybe I'll be able to do more of the grottier field work," Dean told his boss "I need to be there for her,"

"Okay. I'm sorry for your loss,"

"Thanks, I'll see you next month," Dean ended the call. He put on some causal clothes, stuffed some clothing and toiletries into a duffel bag and headed to his car.

Scott Tracy awake to the sound of a car motor. He turned to the digital alarm clock on his bedside table. It read 5:28am. It was too early for the next door neighbour to be up. The man was always gone by 7:30 and never left before 7:15. Maybe he just had a very important thing to get too Scott though as he drifted back to sleep.

"Is she going to be okay?" Dean asked the doctor who had green lighted the surgery on his niece.

"She'll make it Mr Turner. Be thankful the rescue crews got her out when they did. We could have been looking at the fifth corpse instead," Doctor Heron replied "The doctors will be able to tell once she wakes up," Dean nodded. An older lady waked up to the two males talking about the young girl in recovery.

"Excuse me, Mr Turner, I'm Linette Wade. I'm from New Zealand child services. We have some paper work for you to fill out if you are to take Naomi back home with you. I also believe the attorney holding your sister's and her husband's wills is arriving shortly to discuss what happens next,"

"Thank Dr Heron for what you've done for my family over the years,"

"It's my job Mr Turner. If I don't see you or Naomi before you leave, I wish you well," The two men shake hands and Dean followed Linette to the private office that had been assigned to her.