Nineteen year old River stood in the boiling hot summer sun as he chopped the firewood for his father. It was about the only useful thing he could do, along with helping out with everything else on the farm. But that wasn't enough. He wanted to go out and earn some money to help keep his family, but no matter what he did, nobody was willing to give him a job. 'Annabelle? What's wrong, sweetheart?' River asked as Annabelle began to cry. 'Why is it that nobody likes me?' she sobbed into her brother's chest as his arms tightened around her. 'But why are you a freak?' Annabelle asked innocently.