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Jake sat in his room, playing his guitar to his infant daughter Jenny. His bright voice echoed through the small empty room. The small girl watched her father's hands dance along the thin strings. His face, enlightened with joy to see his daughter smiling, sang out the words that Jenny had heard since she was born.

Outside, the sun held itself high in the afternoon sky. The clouds had all drifted away to another place. Children played and laughed together in the streets. Jake stopped singing and looked out his window. He laughed as he watched the young boys play hockey in the middle of the road. "Move!" One yelled at the sight of a car. The kids moved their game aside then brought it back to continue their mini-NHL game.

"One day, Jenny you're gonna be watching your own kid out a window and you're gonna wonder why you aren't there two." The musician began to play his guitar again and sang to the tune that resounded in the wooden instrument. As he continued to sing, a young woman made her way into his room.

"Hi Jake." She said smiling.

"Hey Peyton." He said setting down his guitar and Peyton sat down beside it. Picking Jenny up in his arms, he asked her. "What's up?"

"There's a party tonight," she said hesitantly. "And I wondered if you'd wanna come with me. There are other people going so..."

"I'd love to go. My parents have been telling me to go out and have some fun for weeks, may as well."

"Good. Then I'll meet you at my house at eight?" Peyton asked. Jake nodded. "Well, I have to go, I got a lot of homework."

Jake watched her leave, then stood up. "Okay Jenny we're send you a message into the future." He said as he set up a camera. Setting the baby on the bed, he turned the camera on.

"Hi Jenny!" he spoke to the camera. "You're probably a lot older now but I just want to remind how simple life was back when you were only this big..." Jake lifted her up to the camera. Grabbing the camera in one hand and Jenny in the other he did a tour of his room, then the entire house. "This is where you slept and down this hallway is your Uncle Mike's room. And down the stairs there's the living room, where Peyton and you played. I'm sure now that you're watching this, we live in a nice house and you have mommy, I just want you to know even here, in Tree Hill, you were happy." Jake turned around and went back upstairs. He explained more as they mounted.

"This," he said stopping on the twelfth step. "Is all the marks of how much you've grown. You're marks are in purple, mine are red and Uncle Mike's are blue. And this is..." Jake's presentation was cut off as he slipped on his hairbrush. The camera flew through the air and banged on the hardwood floor below the stairs. Jake quickly wrapped his protective arms around his crying daughter and held his eyes shut as they fell down the stairs. The ground seemed so far as seconds inched by and steps banged the young man's body. Doing his best to stay on his back, he tumbled into a chair and lay limp on the soft rug as his child cried.

Lifting his head from the ground, Jake searched for a noise. There was nothing not even the ticking of the clock. Then he remembered, "Oh no." Jake sat up and set his daughter on the ground. "Jenny? Jenny?" he asked desperately. "Jenny wake up, cry, laugh, talk do something to show me you're alive." He stared at the baby. Her small chest moved up and down. Jake gasped for breath as tears fell down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry Jenny. I'm sorry." He said as he rocked her in his arms. Looking over at the tape, he groaned loudly and kicked it across the room.

"No one's ever gonna hurt you again. I promise... I promise"

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