Prologue…
Kim knelt by her father's side as the rain started to drizzle from the sky. His chest heaved as he labored to take his last few breaths. She gently picked up her fathers head, and lay it in her lap as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"Oh Daddy…Please, please don't leave me… please…"
His lips moved as if he was trying to speak, and Kim lowered her head to place her ear by his mouth. James Timothy Possible whispered his last words to his daughter, and then died in her arms.
Overcome with grief, Kim continued to hold his head as she rocked back and forth on her knees, crying.
In an attempt to show comfort to his grieving girlfriend, Ron stepped up behind her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. To his surprise, she shied away from his touch.
"Please, Ron… leave us… leave me… alone."
"I… I'm sorry, Kim," Was all he could say. What else could he say? There was no way he could comfort such grief.
"Sorry? Sorry?" Kim sounded like she was getting angry. In fact, she was almost hysterical. "That's all you can say Ronald? Sorry?"
The anger inside her burst out like a dam releasing floodwaters. The torrent that ensued crashed into Ron and threw him back on his heels. "You… You… k… killed my… F… Father!"
Shall I continue? Would y'all like to hear of the events that led to this terrible dark day, and the repercussions that follow? Once again, I may have bitten off more than I can chew…