Fourteen years later, not much has changed.
She's still rather small, and her hair is as blonde as ever. She sways and spins and sings, but with a new passion and vigor moving her frame. Something which was never even traced in those childhood steps. Strung out on joy and inebriated with love, she sings those same notes in just as tuneless a voice, but in a far more fervent, brazen manner. She finally understands the power behind that simple song (and probably more than was ever really intended). She is moved by the love she once so casually sang of, never dreaming how one day, it would strike her down...