The picture that Anastasia had handed to Griffin was that of a willow tree. Similar to the one she had in her backyard as a child, she could still remember it now.<br/><br/>A young Anastasia laughed softly as she ran to the willow tree that held her favorite tire swing. She tried to get onto the swing herself, but her mother lifted her up onto the tire so she wouldn't get hurt. She giggled once more as she was pushed back and fourth by her mother. She stared up at the weeping limbs of the willow as they brushed past her when she swung passed them. Anastasia could remember the touch of them against her bare skin, and the feeling of the warm sun on her face as she tilted her face towards the sky. When her mother went inside Anya sat on her tire for sometime thinking about how good her life was, she had a good family.<br/><br/>But that's what she was made to think.<br/><br/>Little did she know that Daddy was coming home every night after drinking at the bar and beating her mother.<br/><br/>Anastasia was knocked out of her thoughts when Griffin asked where she could be found most of the time.<br/>"Either by the lake, in the library, or in my room 198." She said softly. She glanced around the shop and saw all of the different and complex looking tools. She always found being a mechanic as an interesting line of work, hard work, but work at that.<br/><br/>Anastasia could tell that Griffin was nervous. But why? Why was he nervous around her? Nobody was ever nervous around her because well frankly, she didn't go around people much, and they never really noticed her anyway. She glanced down at the picture once again, about to get lost when someone yelled "Watch out!" Anastasia turned around and was stunned to see that two boys got into a fist fight and pushed over a cupboard filled with wrenches and other objects that were headed straight for her. In her panic, Anastasia froze and things got dark.