I looked up at my princess, returning her sweet smile. Blonde hair framing her petite face; a slightly plump frame with the curves returning; pink lip... and brown eyes. Her eyes had always made me... feel special - there was compassion in them, mixed with a generous dose of love and intelligence. A soft exterior with an even softer interior, that was my daughter."Hi, honey! You look bushed." I am."I took in her attire. She had on a pale pink Kimono, a Japanese robe, that reached down to her. We ran out the door and into the woods. I didn’t know where we were going, all I knew was we had to get out of that house. Jessie seemed to want to get as far away from it as possible. ‘Where are we going?’ I tried to ask her, but it came out more as if I was just breathing out the words, sounding almost like a wheeze. ‘Somewhere away from here, someone will se the fire qand then we’re screwed.’ She just kept running and then we came up to the edge of some trees and I realized where she was. He had a huge smile on his face."What's going on?" Raven asked.Andrew answered, "We're making a computer game here with lots of fantasy characters. One of the problems we've been trying to solve is coming up with the animations for the characters of the game. This has been a real issue of concern for us. A lot of the game companies spend more on the animations and graphics than they spend on writing the game engines. If you have bad graphics, your game isn't going to sell." I can see that.". Iwas totally losing my mind.The next morning was a Saturday and I slept in late. Michelle was gonesomeplace so I had the house to myself. I got dressed and had breakfastand had no sooner finished when the doorbell rang. It was Amy from nextdoor, yes Amy. Michelle's best friend and Ron's daughter. She's 16years old, same age as Michelle and a sophomore in high school. She waswearing a hot pink thin straps t-shirt that said Guess on it. Whiteshort shorts that barely covered her butt and pink.