Isn’t a millennium of chaos enough time to cause memory loss? We spend our lives searching for things we think would make us whole. Mine was identifying to my parents. Looking back, I wish I knew some matters were better left unknown; because pain is merciless or so I thought. I wish I hadn’t lied to my mom about going to San Francisco. I thought the changes I went through were behind my father’s death a millennium ago. He was my father, right? The flashback is part of my quest to find something I don’t know – yet; something to add to my unknown self which I might soon forget, but that’s just a fragment of the plot.