Afon Xander McDurmont looked over his domain he was to share with the lovely Catriona McMillan. A giant brick layered castle seemed to touch the horizons with the towers at their highest point. The rounding of the towers brought a bit more of a sense of homeliness. (m<a class="postlink" href="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z257/americanwildlife/Scotland/422582_17991b1b.jpg">http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z257 ... 991b1b.jpg</a>m) Catriona looked hesitantly around the area of Isle of Skye, Scotland. As her final good-byes were being made, Catriona started crying. Her family practically handed her off to the worst man in Scotland. They didn't care at all about her or so it seemed to her. "They doona care a wink about me," she complained to herself. Writing in her journal seemed to be very helpful to Catriona, especially at a time like this. Her time of need and no one was there. She headed for the boat and departed for Glasgow and a bleak future.