Lindsay tosses her keys on her coffee table as she came into her apartment. Ignoring her hunger, she bypassed the food in the refrigerator and went straight for the Jack Daniels in her pantry. Pouring herself a double shot, she sat down at the kitchen table.

She wanted to get wasted; she wanted to forget this day. It brought back the memories of her parents and that was too much for her to handle today.

Considering a third shot, she went into her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. Walking into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and cut on the shower. Stepping into the shower, she ignored the hot scalding water that was knives on her skin.

As she went into a sorrow-induced trance, she thought of the torment that she was causing Danny. She was doing her family an injustice about not talking about what happened on that day.

The scalding of her skin was her drug; it was her release.

Bozeman, Montana

Lucy Carlson was an up-and -coming news reporter from Billings. Tired of the boring and cumbersome news stories that she had encountered, she needed a new break.

Walking up the steps to the Bozeman City Library, she had a plan. She was going to feature a story that would catch the attention of the networks. This would be her chance to get out of this state and on to the big networks.

The library was as big as a library could be in Bozeman. She walked straight over to the front desk. Using her naive voice that she used to get what she wanted, she started to speak.

"Ma'am?"

"Yes dear," the elderly receptionist replied "How can I help you?"

"My college is doing a report on the history of Bozeman; do you have any old newspapers that I can use?"

The receptionist came from behind the desk. "Well, we have some Microfiche films that you can view."

"That sounds good."

"Follow me please."

Lucy followed slowly behind the woman. They descended down steps that led to the basement. There were two Microfiche machines and two tables.

"I hope this helps you out."

"It does ma'am; thank you very much."

The receptionist left the basement as Lucy walked along the walls to look at the rolls of film that contained the newspapers of the last 100 years. She started at the most recent year and moved backwards. For some reason the year of 1980 caught her attention. She was drawn to that roll and at the time, she didn't know why.

She sat down at the machine and got to work.