Once upon a time, within the walls of a large house, that could have passed as a mansion, lived a political man, and his wife. The man loved his wife very much, but they didn't feel complete. They could not figure out the reason that they weren't entirely happy, for they had everything. Money, a great house, friends, love. The political man's wife was never as happy as he would have liked. He had done everything for her, he would give her anything she desired. It drove him insane not knowing what it was that she wanted. Untl one day she approached him.
"Yes, dearest?"
"I have figured out what it is that I want," his wife informed him. The man was filled with relief, and joy.
"And? What is it? I'll give you anything!"
"A baby,'' his wife declared.
"A...baby?"
"Yes, I want a baby girl," the wife looked so hopeful as her husband purced his lips and after a moment smiled and nodded.
"Anything for you, love. Anything."
And so, after many months trying and failing to get his wife pregnant, the wife began to go into depression. She would not eat, she would not sleep, she would not utter more that a two word sentance. All he could ever get her to say was 'I'm fine.' It continued on like this for many more months.
One day, the wife grew very sick. The political man had to call in doctors to tend to her; he was very worried. The man paced back and forth in the hall outside his bedroom, waiting for the doctor to come out and tell him what was wrong with his wife.
Finally, the middle aged doctor imerged from the political mans chambers and approached him. When he heard the news he was exstatic! His face once more filled with joy! His heart pounded. He had finally done it. He had given his wife a child! A baby!
Over the next month the couple were so very happy, they through parties almost every night! Baby showers and dinners. Nine months had now gone by and his dear wife gave birth to a healthy baby girl. But he wept. His wife had died giving birth to his new daughter. He stayed by her bed side and wept, tears streaming down his face in sorrow. But he smiled when the nurse gave him his baby, wrapped in a wool pink blanket. He named his daughter Ashley. For it had been his wifes last wish.
He loved his child. For years he raised her; watched her grow and and become a beautiful young woman. It was heart wreching when she would ask where her 'mama' was as a child, and his responce was that she had gone on a vacation. A very long vacation. Ashley accepted this answer, but as she grew older, she began to understand. Her mother was never coming back. She was dead.
The political man was ellected President of the United States soon after Ashley turned nineteen, and they moved into the famous White house. This is where our story begins. With a collage studant, and her father. They thought that they would live happily ever after. But it sems now, they were wrong. For shortly after Ashley's twentieth birthday...she was kiddnapped.
