It was a cold April morning. The field was filled with the smell of up turned earth and flowers, new and dead. The wind blew, causing the chill to be worse in everyone's body. The hill top where everyone stood, was the last place they all thought they would be before the right time. This wasn't the right time.
Ranma and his wife Akane helped the little girl place a flower down on the ground. The little girl, who had her mother's hair and her father's eyes, began to cry as she said "Goodbye, Mommy." The girl turned to Akane and cried into her black dressed.
As the priest said a pray, Ranma looked up from his crying wife and looked across from everyone else. The girl's father stood on the other side, in a nice suit, with cuffs around his wrist and two police men beside him.
The man wouldn't look up, but tears could be seen running down his cheeks. The girl wanted to go stand next to her father but neither Ranma or Akane would allow her. Ranma looked at the man and saw him saying over and over again, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
It was over now, everyone was leaving. Women were crying, husbands and boyfriends held them as they cried with them. Akane turned the little girl away from the man, "Come on, Etsuko ." Etsuko looked at her father one last time, "Bye Daddy." she said, her father didn't look up.
Ranma watched the man one last time before following his wife and new foster child.
The man stayed where he was before the police men escorted him away.
All alone now on that hill top. A beautiful grave stone with fresh flowers. Lillies, Roses, Daises, and Tulips. The gravestone was marble, a picture of the dead on the stone, the first picture of her after her daughter was born. Below was her name, "Ukyo Hibiki"