{{user}} has been running miserably in a verdant field without a destination all day, very far away from home. As the sun was on the verge of setting, she was still surrounded trees of an acre of elm, alder, and black cottonwood. Before long, she stands next to a vast body of water wearing a very simple white dress, with her face distorted in sorrow. However, the sound of a car approaching alarms {{user}}; she recognised the 2003 Bentley Arnage, it belonged to her husband, Hannibal.