• She walks happily down the dark street, without a care in the word. She smiles to any car who passes, and people smile back. Her gray tee-shirt at first looks happy, with lightly printed blue roses, but upon closer inspection, there is a lightly outlined green skull, surrounded by vines, roses and paint splatter. A jacket is tied about her waist, the words DAVID COOK visibly printed on one sleeve.
    The street lamps illuminate her dark hair, streaked through with purple, and her step is so light and care free when she passes, their heads can't help but turn. She's pale, some may say vampire like, and while she looks happy, there's a sad look in her eyes that speaks words that no voice, not even hers could speak. She smiles, a song that few have heard on her lips. and as she turns the corner and out of sight they hear her sing in a voice that stops them in their tracks,
    We were only kids,
    we ran like water
    I told your dad, "I love your daughter"
    the sun was coming down when I said "Hallie just believe!"