Fiona felt a surge of electricity whenever her father was mentioned. She loved him. She praised him. She was him no question about it. Even as a child with memories fading with the years she knew it was always that way. He was her daddy, her perfect protective knight to hold her close. He had dreams, desires and motivations to reach what he thought was right. A courage Fiona rarely saw in others. She wondered if he'd be proud of the direction in which she walked in life. If he would smile, hold her hand to lead the way? Never brought up on religious beliefs and ideals Fiona still knew he would be there waiting after her own death.

At times she sees the fear in her mother's eyes knowing that she's losing another one she loves, another one to be lost because of chasing illusions. At those times Fiona is torn between seeking the truth in the name of her father, while at others is ready to accept life as a normal teenage girl and just live life. She already lost her father how could she lose his dream too?