Empty, alone, desolate – if they bothered to look, would they see? Reaching her office building, Brenna pushed open the glass door, hit full face b... stale, air-conditioned air. The sweat on her slim neck immediately chilled, sending a shiver down her spine. Hitting the up arrow on the elevator, she looked at her reflection in the smooth metal doors. Her wavy red hair was desperately trying to free itself of the severe twist she’d forced it into this morning, small curls lying damply against. “No. The arrangements are all made. If you want to back out, to change your mind, you always have that choice up to the moment I say ‘I do’, but if not we have to stick to the plans,” he ordered wondering, Will my control over her be enough?Collecting Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter at the station, David’s first impression was of a couple much as his own parents had been. Comfortably off, husband working and providing a home for his wife. The oddity was that he himself was actually older than his. Kelvin’s befuddled mind tries to comprehend the developing melodrama playing out in front of him.Seeing little reaction from her brother, Colette moves to him and grasping his chin firmly in one hand she stares into her brother’s eyes. Noticing, the dull pallor, the lack of expression and the slow response, she reaches with a practiced hand to her rear jeans pocket and whips out a petrol lighter, flipping it open and igniting it she moves it across her brothers gaze, left and right, in and out. ‘Surely you jest? Brother, do not make me seem the fool–!’ ‘I wouldn’t dare. I pledge, this is the truth. Let me go further into the tale.’ Yersef thought a moment. ‘Now, as I was saying. ‘Your birth was the real start of the Fifty Year War, believe it or not. It had been small tussles between our respective lands for thirty years before you were born, and twenty five before I was as born as well. But with your birth came the real war. You see, our Mother, who has now been dead since the start.