Jamie Hale was sitting in the kitchen, running her temples with a newspaper and her watch. It was 10:23 PM, November 21st, 1999, she signed and sat back in the chair. She just wanted to go to bed, for some reason she hadn't been able to recently. And everything around her just seemed.. odd.. Her parents barley spoke anymore, and her mother was always on the verge of tears. Everyone she saw looked sympathetic to her.. What happened? The only normal one she could count on was her llittle sibling, who no one really noticed or bothered to talk to them.