Alistair DeMarco had a pretty amazing life. Beautiful girlfriend, beautiful house, well paying job, a mother that cared maybe a little too much. What more could one ask for? By the flip of a switch, everything goes wibbly wobbly and things take a turn for the worst. ------------------------------------- "I'm sorry, could you repeat that mother?" "He's your father Alistair." My mother said in a distant and cold tone, not liking talking about my father. I had never even met him before, it makes sense now. Kind of. "Do you know how impossible that sounds? That's something you read in books and fairytales!"