She just stood there, holding the gun in her hand, the blood pool emerging from her now dead husbands body crowded her feet. She dropped the gun on the ground by the blood being soaked up by the fluffy carpet. She ran to a closet in the hallway near her room, and quickly ripped a suitcase out of it, clutter falling with the forceful tug. For what she had did her emotions had shown nothing but fear, fear of being caught. She rummaged through the clothes that had fallen out of the closet with the suitcase. She needed none of them.
She scurried over to her room from her closet, once again encountering the corpse. She stepped over her now bloodied spouse. Now she pulls her drawer out and starts to rummage through it. As she does that she quickly tosses a bunch of clothes into the suitcase she had sat on her bed. Her suitcase is almost full when she grabs it, zippers it up and proceeds to leave her house. We start to encounter flashbacks as she leaves the house.
We see her and her husband fighting at first there is a lack of sound, and then an array of verbal abuse erupts.
"How can I never be there for you when you're never home, if you expect me to be there for you at your strip joint, YOU ARE FAR OFF YOUR ROCKER not a very nice person" The blonde woman screams violently, her hands waving air.
"You know what?" She adds. "Let Kiki the gogo dancer be there for you."
What was on her mind? Why, and what? Who was this woman? She got into her car after crossing the street. She sat there in silence and stared out her front window. The car turned over a few times before starting, she drove off. She arrived at the airport shortly after. She thought she had to go somewhere, somewhere other than Liberty City, the family she despised resided in that horrid city, she had lived in Vice City for about three and a half years, she couldn't bear it again, though she had an aunt in Konolokow.
She went up to the nearest travel line, which was Hawaiian Airlines and took out 200 dollars for a one way ticket to Konolokow. She handed the money over, looked down and mumbled 'So long Danny, so long Los Santanos, San Andreas.
We cut to the plane landing, we see the woman walk to luggage pickup and pick up a bag. On the bag there is a nametag with the name Jasmine Plendetti. We now realize this woman as Jasmine a beautiful young Italian woman, blonde hair, blue eyes in a red leather suit.