"Really Kelly, you couldn't have done this somewhere warmer." Marie was shivering in the icy December wind.
" And have my father shoot him.!? You know he's not very fond of Mark" Kelly replied as she tugged her coat closer. "Don't worry. You want have to put up with this for long."
With this Marry J watched her best friend skip towards the abandoned barn as she stood peering into the hazy night.

Holly Karen Fairchild was sitting in her matchbox apartment in Brooklyn, trying to come up with a story for the newspaper she worked for when she received a rather unceremonious phone call.
"Hallo mama. Isn't it a little for a call. Perhaps two years too late."
Sharon Fairchild's sniffling was heard on the other side as she croaked " Always Holly. I called to tell you" and then she burst in to tears. "You must... come home."
Holly heard a little shuffling on the other end. " Hello Ms Fairchild, Sheriff Giles here. I'm sorry to inform you but your sister passed away."
There was a moment of silence and phone slipped out of Holly's hand.