Throughout her family's conversation, Brooklyn stayed nearby and gazed out of the window. Every now and then she would glance over at her parents, half-expecting them to see her. After all, she was their daughter. Why didn't that permit them to sense her any more than a stranger would? If they saw her, Brooklyn imagined that there would be a jovial reunion and everything would be splendid again. The only tears shed would be of happiness. Brooklyn would get to hug her parents and assure them that everything was alright now. Then she would hold Louis in her arms as she walked over to the love of her life and kiss his worries away. 

Only three more months.

Waiting three months unfortunately meant that she would be missing Christmas. That saddened Brooklyn greatly; for not only was it her favorite holiday, but it would also be her and Louis' first Christmas. She had been wanting to buy Louis a bib or a onesie that said [b]Santa's Elf-in-Training[/b]. But now that was highly unlikely to happen, unless if Sam had the same idea. 

Louis was a really good baby. He hardly cried, he wasn't wetting his diaper every five minutes, and he was really healthy. Almost without thinking, Brooklyn drifted away from the window over to her child. Just imagining how she would feel if he died gave her an idea of how her parents currently felt. It was heart-wrenching. "Hey Louie," she cooed as if he could hear her, "You've been really awesome since the world first greeted you. Stay like that, okay? Don't start throwing tantrums or anything of the like." She rubbed one of his tiny hands. "Keep an eye on daddy, too. Make sure that he soon resumes his normal eating habits. Also make him shower daily. He needs to do this so he can take care of you excellently and set a good example for you. Daddy's a good man, Louie. I'm really glad he asked me to marry him."

There was suddenly a knock at the door. Sam stood up to open it, and Brooklyn felt compelled to follow. Something told her that this was important. After making his straightforward greeting, the cop continued, "We, the police force, just got a considerable amount of details on Brooklyn's passing." The angel's eyes widened. "...the rear bumper showed signs of indentation. At first we presumed that was from tumbling down the hill, but it was so deep and sharp, not to mention in such a unique spot, that we have come to the conclusion that all of this was caused by another person."

The cop paused as he let that sink in. Brooklyn wrapped her arms around Sam protectively, willing him to not shed any more tears. He had already spilled far more than she ever thought was possible. After a few moments, the cop continued, "The collision is what caused the car to fly off the road. If you remember, that was a freezing night. Some roads, including the one she had been driving on, was covered with thin ice. After getting hit, she likely spun around in circles on the road before the vehicle lost it's balance. That's when it tumbled down into the ditch, still maintaining circular rotations. The roof of the car was almost completely smashed in."

Another pause. He checked his watch before continuing, "Her body has been examined and we have deduced some frightening results. Firstly, tumbling down the ditch caused her to obtain severe whiplash. Not enough to snap her neck, but close. Definitely would have required surgery and bed rest if she had survived. Next, as you may have noticed when you verified the body, her skin was covered in cuts from the glass of the windshield and windows. It has been discovered that some of those cuts were so deep that they would have required stitches.  Having cuts that deep meant that she was bleeding a significant amount, which explains the blood on the seats. Lastly, there was overall some soft tissue damage and minor spinal cord damage. With all of these elements combined...." the cop hesitated. The next part would be news that nobody would ever want to hear about a loved one. "....there is no doubt that Ms. Brooklyn Mae Jones died a prolonged, painful death."