As the rain continued to fall onto the freshly cut grass, Amy Harold's family and friends emerged from the church as one body. The flowers were frail, drooping their usual morning dew, as if they were hanging their heads in sorrow and shedding a tear of their own. The silence was broken as those who knew her were unable to stop weeping noisily, and those who were overcome with their grief had decided to return to the homes to resume their tearful sessions in private. The rest of her friends headed over towards a small building on the opposite side of the church where they had intended to celebrate Amy's life at the wake. Murder. That was what the police had stated. All that was known was that she had been found in her own bed in the morning with bruises all over her body and several of her bones seriously fractured and broken. It was unknown whether it had been intended for her to die or if it had been an argument gone too far - an attempted robbery which had ended horribly wrong or a crime of passion - a single person or a group effort. The media had given numerous different accounts as to who could have been responsible, with most of them implicating Amy's boyfriend Michael as the killer. By the sheer number of people who had been in attendance - near to two hundred - it was evident that Amy had been a very popular girl during her brief life. As her friends spilled into the building, one of them quickly put on some upbeat music and several of them had begun opening cans of beers that had been put out on the table in wait. Everyone toasted to Amy, before disappearing in their own directions with their friends.