"Well, how could I not? You just never stick around long enough for me to answer the door. Thats rude you know." Tai's long hair flowed in the gentle breeze, the cool air was welcoming to her. She found beauty not in the green or the color's of the flowers, but in the harsh cold of winter. The snow and the white was both beautiful and deadly. Tatianna looked at her younger sister, Sam had changed, as quickley as summer to autumn. Sam was not the little girl she used to be, she was no longer innocent to the pain of this world. "So, where are we going?"