You may call me Heather. I was born amongst the stars. You most likely know of my father but chances are, you do not know my mother. Because of this, I will tell you her story, not mine. First you should know that, for me, her story has been over a long time and the fact that my sister is a spitting image of her does not help to make the nightmares go away. My father knows what the nightmares are like, they haunt him. My sister and brother on the other hand are not as affected. They loved her, yes, but they were never able to develop a mental bond with her like I had. Now that the faint buzzing in the back of my mind is gone, my mind feels empty. The music I produce was once happy and cheerful, it is now stale and hollow. I should be happy for her, I suppose. After all, she is with gran and grandad again. I miss gran as well but I can never really miss grandad after all, I had never met him. My mother and father loved each other more than anything. When my father, fresh from the war had met her he hadn't met just any old girl. He had met the Fire Angle.