Monica and Wendall Wilkins were enjoying their new life. They absolutely loved every bit of it, from the fresh air to the heat. Most mornings started with coffee or tea, and then a relaxing drive, as they were doing at that moment. Monica smiled and watched the trees go by while beside her Wendall hummed along with the music playing faintly. Wendall slowed the car as he spotted a few people by the side of the road.
''Jolly good day there fellows, do you need a ride somewhere?"Wendall was having some fun speaking like Australians did. He had always thought, not unkindly, that they had the most interesting slang. They had always heard talk like "G'day mate" and "Fair go, mate". Monica watched the group of people curiously, interested by their unusual garb. At the back of her mind, there was a tick of knowing, but only a tick.
One of them stepped forward, a man with a rough face. Wendall felt a sudden jolt of pain coursing through his body and jumped back, trying desperately to escape. "Wendall!" Monica screamed, shocked, confused and afraid. Wendall started to jerk and twist, slamming his hand against the steering wheel, warranting a loud honk. As Wendall called for help, his voice came out morphed as his body burned on the inside. "Crucio!" The pain stopped, but now, Monica was blasted with it. "Nooo! Stop! Stop! Have mercy! End my pain! No!" The leader laughed wickedly. "Where is your daughter and her friends?"
Wendall started to shout and reached for his wife, trying to ease her suffering. "Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!" Wendall flopped forward, as if his skeleton had melted. Monica relaxed and fell against her seat, neck at an odd angle. Wendall and Monica lay still in their seats. They still laid that same way two days after, when a friendly man on vacation found them.
After a surprising shock and panic as he wondered if he would be tried as a murderer, the man called the local police. The police discovered from some old passports that they had only two known relatives. And so a letter was sent and so, the path changed for the relatives, never to go back.