A little girl the age of eight was riding in a car with her mom.

"Momma?" the girl asked, trying to get her mothers attention. " Yes sweetheart." the mother replied calmily.

     "Does everybody go to heaven?" she asked, while fiddling with the small white box in her hands. "Yes, well, i'd like to think so. i'd like to think they can communicate too."

     "Good." the girl sighed in relief. A few minutes later, a car speed down the road, and hit the mother's side of the car.

In the middle of all the ruckage the girl picked up a white blood stained box.

             |~|~|~|~|~| One Month Later |~|~|~|~|~|

     A girl stood still, face emotionless, and voice silenced. She stood quietly amonst a sobbing crowd infront of a grave. Her black gown flowing around her in waves. The sky was dark, and the girl went home.

     The next day, in the afternoon, the girl sat in the backyard with the small blood-stained box in her hands. "Max!" the girl called.

     A small puppy came to her side, and barked. she pet his head and scratched his ear. She put him down, as she whispered "Will you do me a favor?" The dog barked ang waged it's tail.

     She opened the box, and took out a green collar. She put it around the dogs neck. "Good." she said

     She picked up a hammer that was next to her, and raised it. As she brought it down, she said "Tell mommy I love her."