I spent a day rendering out a doodle until I couldn't call it a "doodle" anymore. This spawned from this line from one of Rick's short stories on Tumblr:
"She wished that there could be someone – anyone – that could give her an opportunity to escape the mindless cycle of abuse she suffered. For now she had her stories. Perhaps someday, she’ll be able to live a life free of them."
I imagined what it was like after Amy just started to hang out with Darling in school. I doubt that Darling would put up with bullys' antics towards Amy.
His short story can be found here: http://rickstritch.tumblr.com/post/44759164783/some-dumb-scribbles-9