...the rain appears to have other plans."

"Then again, what do I know, I'm just a dead girl...! That's right a stinkin' little Lazarus!", Heather laughed, in a colicky sorta way.

"Now, I'm not sure what's going on. But, I do remember being poked from behind... It was a pretty big stick! Then being dragged by my hair... Ouch! That's gotta hurt... Right? And someone should remember doing that! HELLO, IT'S A HUMAN HEAD!!!!! What's wrong with you people? What's wrong with me...? Anybody? Mace? Jessica? ... mrs. fletcher...?"

Beg as she would... there would be no friend at the other end of it. No affirmations, no goodbyes. Heather would simply succumb, becoming one with her mud, once AGAIN!!!

Ironically, on the other side of the burn pile things were coming alive.

"Damn this ridge! And damn you sky!",Jessica squalled, as anyone would in a wet woolen sweater. "I'm tired of waiting! Mace, hand over those Police Issued Overalls you got goin' on! Leave the badge I need 'em Now!"

"Daniels, bring that bucket a berries to the pathetic couple waiting in the squad car. It ain't no lost kid, not even close, but 11 hours alone in the backseat of any car is time enough to make a back up and they're probably hungry. Mace, drop a couple cigs in the bucket just for kicks."

Jessica was handing out orders like she owned the war. Half Cranked on adrenalin and slightly high from the burn fumes Jessica removed and neatly folded her skirt before howling in every direction; "I'll show you wait-backs what geri-girl's are made of! Someone grab my support hose I'm goin' down... "

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