Staring deeply into the lethargic yet steadily flowing stream on a beautiful spring morning would be a peaceful and welcoming sight for most. Annabelle was anything but at peace. In her hand she held the last masterpiece of her late mother, who disappeared eight years ago on this day. A pendant resembling an ornate frame with the picture of this very river on it was the last gift she would ever receive from her mother, who had designed two; one for each of them with the promise that neither would ever go anywhere without theirs. The river was a special place that her father and mother would visit frequently just to get away from the world for a few hours. "Alright honey, it's time to go," called Annabelle's father. Annabelle turned away from the river. Looking down she realized she had dropped her pendant. As she picked it up, she could feel her father's eyes locked onto hers as she held both pendants in her hands.