It was autumn and Maria and her father stood before the village. The food was lush at the Harvest Festival and the people, especially the newly-wed couple were enjoying themselves. Maria sat quietly and rummaged through a sample of the crop. She couldn't help looking at the table that represented Jack's farm's harvest before his death. She moved a pumpkin away and gasped and jumped back. The crowd gathered around and saw that Maria had discovered a golden sickle hidden in the crops. "What does it mean?" asked a confused Ellen. Theodore frowned, "it means Jack's death was no accident."