War is the science of destruction, the essence of violence and moderation in war is imbecility. Mostly cloudy, with a small chance of percipitation in the air, it's a cool 72 degrees this evening in San Antonio, TX. The stars shine miraculously bright through the dence clouds of this fifth night in September. Lights slowly illuminate a crystal rock pathway which leads to a sheltered swing in the yard of Summer Kensington. A luxurious gazebo surrounded by white marble offsets the 18kt golden gates that surround the 150 acre ranch. Stepping off the front porch of a ranch-styled home is Summer. Summer is dressed in a very low cut black tank top, a white lace up half shirt and a pair of daisy duke blue jean shorts. She walks barefoot upon the crystal path, as she heads towards the gazebo. A slight downpour of misty rain drops from the heavens like teardrops falling from an angel's eyes. Summer steps upon the gazebo and sits upon the wooden swing. In her hand you can see a small flip-type cell phone which she opens to make a call. Hello Grammie, she pauses How are you doing? for several seconds there is a pause, Summer relaxes back in the swing, propping her legs up along the side. ....That's good, I am well Grammie. How is Grampa doing? small pause ....really, that's great. I bet he likes that doesn't he? Summer slowly lowers her right leg, and begins to push herself slightly in the swing. ...No Grammie, Johnny is not here, remember he and I divorced a while ago? Johnny has been gone now Grammie for a couple of years. she pauses Yes, Grammie, I'm here at the ranch. Summer seems a bit aggrevated, but doesn't let on to her grandmother. She sits still swinging slowly as she switches the phone from ear to ear. Grammie, where's Grampa? I wanna talk to him too. for several seconds Summer sits quietly, she closes her as the rain relaxes her. Hi Grampa, How are you doing? pause That's good Grampa, I'm doing well myself. there's a little worry upon her face as Summer leans up in the swing. Grampa, has Grammie been taking her medication? She's forgetting alot again. She still thinks Johnny is here. There's a pause once again and Summer turns, sitting straight in the swing. Grampa, you know Johnny has been gone for a while right? You also know that I have returned to the ring. small pause Well, do you remember me talking to you two about a guy named Steven Hurst? ....Ya, that's him Grampa, Well he and I are back together as a team. Summer notices a small van pulling up toward the front gates. No, Grampa... it's nothing like that, we're only friends. she pauses Grampa, I don't need to settle down, I'm not looking for any relationships, there is still so much I want to do in life, Grampa. The van now pulls up in the drive and a man dressed in a gray jumpsuit gets out and is escorted toward the front door. The man notices Summer in the back yard and proceeds to walk to the back. He is carrying a large box, and walks over to the wooden swing Summer is sitting in. Excuse me Ms. Kensington, I have a package for you. The man places the package at her feet and asks for her to sign the clip board. Excuse me Grampa, I just got a delivery, would you hold on for a moment please? Summer signs the paper and then moves from the swing to the floor looking at the package. There is a letter affixed to the top of it and she pulls it off, opens it and begins reading to herself. Hey Chick, Happy Birthday, Don't say I never gave you anything. I hope you like this. It will keep you company on the circuit. She will be there when I am not to watch over you. Teach her well and she will be a friend for life. You Bud Steven. Summer folds the letter up and smiles. A whimpering sound comes from the box and the box starts to move and she quickly opens it. When she opens the top a head pokes out and barks. Summer, startled, leans back and looks. It is a white wolf pup. Summer looks at it and notices it has one blue eye and one grey eye. She sees a collar around its neck with a tag on it. She looks closer and the tag reads "Sitka". Summer pulls the pup from the box and holds it in her arms. Oh, Grampa... Steven sent me the cutest little puppy for my birthday. Theres another pause before she replies. Yes, the same Steven Grampa... she begins to frown as she replies.. yes.... Summer pauses again, almost choked up and opens the letter once again, reading the ending with a somewhat disapointing look. we're only friends. The scene closes with Summer flipping the cell phone down, staring at the letter and holding the pup.