Thunder rumbled outside, rain noisily pelt the siding of the house as the "family" gathered for dinner, Sarah's substitute mother setting the table quietly, smiling to her as she sat down. Her "father" sighed heavily, turning stations on the radio in the kitchen. "Blasted thing" he mumbled as he toggled the switches, a low screeching that had begun early that afternoon on all the TV's and telephones still emitting from the speakers. "Must have a short.." he muttered, simply switching it off as he came to the table.<br/>"I'll need to replace the radio"<br/>Her "mother" smiled to him. "I saw that you'd scored the trees in the back to be cleared away, dear. I'm glad you're finally taking care of those things."<br/>He blinked. "I never scored the trees..." She responded with a confused stare. "Well they've been marked up on there sides and there's this circle with an x through it on them...I thought it was your mark to know which you were cutting back..."<br/>He shrugged. "Must have been some of the neighborhood kids" he muttered, too exhausted from work to bother with it, only wanting to start on his dinner.