"It's raining pretty hard, isn't it, Daddy?" Blaire asked as she stood on the porch.

"Yep."

"What if the dam can't handle it?"

"That dam's been here since the town was just a village. It's seen its share of rainstorms. Don't you worry about a little rain." Blaire looked up at her father and smiled, calmed by his assurances.

"Where's Lucas?" Blaire asked as she turned to go inside.

"He's over at the Myles's house." Her father looked up at the sky, which was blackening as the storm grew worse. "I better go over and drag him home before the weather gets much worse. Get in the house and stay there until I get back, you hear?" he said as swung open the front door and retrieved a thick black raincoat from the coat rack.

"Yeah, Dad," Blaire replied as she walked into the house, shutting the door behind her. She went into her bedroom and lay across her bed, closing her eyes and listening to the rain fall heavily against her window.

After several minutes, Blaire got up and pushed the curtains aside. What she saw frightened her.

Though the rain was beginning to stop, the ages old dam had finally seemed to give up. Blair wasn't sure, but it looked to her as if the dam was being breeched. She sat against the wall, trying to think.

"Be calm, Blaire," she told herself. "Daddy said to just stay and wait for him to get back. That's what you should do." Slightly reassured, she took another peek out the window. Sighing, she calmly crossed her bedroom and walked to the living room. "Please come home soon, Daddy," she whispered as she plopped down on the couch. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed for the dam to hold, but she didn't have much faith. She was still praying when the wall of water slammed into the house.

"Daddy!" Blaire screamed as the water rushed into the living room. She climbed on top of the couch and screamed for her father again, even though she knew he couldn't possibly be around to hear her. The water level rose quickly, and soon Blaire was treading water.

"Daddy!" she screamed again. "Luke?" No one answered her cries. She swam over to the door and tried to pry it open, but something was blocking it. Outside, she heard the sound of a voice yelling. She tried to swim across the room to the back door, but her pants got caught on something below the water, and she was stuck.

"Help!" she tried again. A voice yelled back at her, but she couldn't make out what it was saying. She struggled against her snag, but she couldn't free herself. Slowly, the water level creeped up. "Please," she whispered one final time before the water closed over her head.

A few moments passed before Lucas and his father finally pried the door open. A considerable amount of water spilled out, but the men still had to swim to get into the house.

"Blair!" her father shouted as his head whipped around furiously. "Lucas, check the back." The boy nodded before heading down the hallway. "Blaire?" he called again. Then, he saw her. She was floating by the couch. He raced over to her and threw her over his shoulder, dragging her outside the house. "Luke! Get out here!" he yelled into the house, his voice cracking with worry.

He looked around, searching for dry land. "Wake up, baby, wake up," he whispered as he made his way over to the hill near the edge of his land. He laid her down and brushed the hair from her face, desperately attempting CPR.

"Wake up, Blaire," he muttered. "Please, wake up." A single tear fell from his eye.

After the funeral, he and Lucas packed up and moved away from that town. They were never quite the same.