My baby Echo. It has been two long years and your memory is still young. To add salt to the wound of your murder, our youngest baby, Symon was killed in the same senseless way, on your anniversary. Since your death, the others don't get to go outside, for their own protection. Somehow he snuck out without us knowing and found himself in the jaws of the same dog who attacked your brother, Ray. I don't, can't, won't understand - the pain is too deep. I know you're with him and he will be safe now with you, Toby, Sybil, and the others gone before. We still love you all...Mom, Dad & Meags.