Vangelos was making his daily rounds aboard the ship. Making sure that everything was in order and no one was slacking off. It was the same routine as any other day, but he felt a strange sense of deja-vu for some reason. But this feeling wasn't the only thing on his mind. Vangelos often wondered what life would be like if he had grown up with a mother or father. Vangelos had no memory of his parents, and that disturbed him endlessly. The full story of how he had come under his grandfather's wing had never been explained, but his parents had been murdered--his grandfather had been clear about that horrid detail. As a result, Vangelos' dreams were haunted by dark and disquieting questions.