December 23, 2045
Shay Grayson: Aged 17.

Shay walked through the trees that were on the estate in New York, over to a small hill where a tiny, private fenced in graveyard laid. In the middle at the foot of the hill, directly in front of a huge willow tree were the graves of her grandparents. And next to that, was the grave of her beloved mother. They had buried her about 2 or 3 months ago, but shay had come to her moms grave on her birthday, to truly say goodbye.

Here Lies Jane Grayson,
A Loving Mother And Wife,
Who Fought Till The Very End.

Shay gently placed beautiful purple flowers on her mom's grave, tears springing to her eyes.

She didn't even check to see if anyone was around, she just sank to her knees at the foot of Jane's grave in a heap of sobs.

"I-I miss you M-Mommy." Shay choked out, her body wracking with grief.

"I miss you to kiddo." Thats all she wanted to hear. But her mom was dead,

Shay just sat there on the ground, tears flooding down her cheeks. "W-Why? W-Why did you have to l-leave?"

"They are calling you a monster Mom, and I can't keep beating people up over it." She whispered. "Mom, I wish you could talk to me from the grave. It would make things so much easier."

Shay ran her fingers through her hair, looking up to stare at the headstone. "You know, I thought if something like this would ever happen, you'd be here to tell me what to do. But when I needed you most, you went and got yourself killed."

Hercules came up behind Shay, sitting down next to her. The old dog seemed to latch himself onto the one person who was most like Jane, who smelled the most like her, who looked the most like her.

And that was Shay. Jane's only biologically daughter.

Shay ran her fingers through his fur, still crying. "Y'Know, it's harder than I thought, being the person people turn to when they want advice on how to do this. I'm not sure how you did it Chief."