"Alaska Esmë," Marie sighed. "You are never alone. You are only what you make yourself." I shook my head. "I am sorry, but I have to leave for dinner," I mumbled feebly before squeaking slowly down the ancient wooden staircase. As I pushed the back door open, I heard Marie call down softly, "When you are lonely, look up into the sky, to Outerspace, see the stars. Never overlook the stars, peace." Alaska or "Sky" is slightly lost. She has enough money, friends, music and art, and time. What she does not have is a father. Her dad died when she was young and she has never been the same. Most of the children from school said that she was a murderer, that she had killed her dad. That isn't exactly what had happened.