The screen illuminated the present homes of choice for her, giving what was needed rather than what she could afford. It was moments like this, she was glad she had the knowledge she did and the history he had. After passing everything she needed to become a full citizen with him, she had one final task. A house.

"Never thought home shopping would be so tiresome." she spoke aloud.

"Ya never did it with such short time Muncharoon." she heard her grandfather say from his chair.

She turned to smile at the man, knowing he was grinning brightly at her, "Only you granda."

She heard him huff as he went on about how he and her grandmother searched for a home right before he left for WWII and how difficult it was with the English bastards breathing down his neck. It was moments like these she treasured. Everything he said she took to heart, learned and made for herself, for he was the only thing she had left in her life.

Most would think that Marissa would look down at her life, how harsh it was, but in her mind, it just made her better than what people thought. That and her grandparents did a hell of a job raising her. But it wasn't just them raising her that made her what she was, it was her dreams and visions as well. Such beautiful women of the large nation and all it did was make her curious about it. She did as much homework for the nation and understanding of it to put even the best historians out of business, but her real passion was visiting the land.

But now after years of hard work and studying, she was more than visiting the land. She was going to be living in it.

"Oi Marissa, did ya hear me?"

"What granda?"

"I asked if everything else was settled in?" he asked as a rough, ragged cough left him.

Marissa jumped up, grabbing the handkerchief for him as he pulled the hose free of his nose, "Bloody cough."

"Take it easy." she spoke to him, pulling the drops out for him, "In through the nose, out through the mouth."

Once the fit ended, he did as told as shaky breaths left him. The deep rattle of his chest and barely there breaths were leaving him. She hated this. Seeing the once invincible man be rendered to a machine, barely able to breathe on his own even with a pharmacy to take. It broke her heart to see him like this, and she knew it was the same for him.

"Ya know yer nan would have had a fit with me not going in sooner or to keep me temper down."

"She threw a fit if ya left the door slightly ajar, even if ya were going back out."

"That she did. God bless her weary soul." he sighed, "But I am damn right thankful for ya."

"And I'm thankful for you too."

It was true. She was never more thankful for him. It was also why she was dedicating so much time to him as well. He had done so much for her all these years and now it was her turn to give back.

"Muncharoon?"

"Ya?"

"Tell me about the girls again that you see."

A small smile came to her, the feeling of calm coming to her. He was the only one that would sit and listen to her speak of the dreams and more.

"As of late granda, I have seen Nahnebahwequay, Mary Two-Axe, and Ga'axstal'as guiding and protecting the Native American ways and how things should be equal between them all. I see Viola and Mary Ann fighting for the rights of black women and the segregation of the skins and gender in the world, and I see Thérèse giving women the power they all deserve in the nation. And last but not least, I see Marie-Madeline defending the fort and the people around her with such courage that no one can stop her."

Her grandfather smiled at her, "Ya really are a blessed girl. I'm so happy to have ya as me granddaughter."

"And I'm glad to call ya my granda."

He pulled her into a hug as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "How I love hearing about them, but I think you're missing someone, Roon."

Blush settled in her cheeks as he smiled at her. There always one other in the dreams with the women, the very same man in each one, never changing no matter what year it was.

"He's always there you know that granda." she smiled at him.

"I know, but I want to hear you talk of him."

Marissa knew she wasn't getting out of it, pushing her strawberry blonde hair back she let out a small sigh, "What can I say? You know almost everything about him."

"Give me the usual my muncharoon."

"Well, I can see him looking over the lands with the women or making sure things go as they should with them. He cares so deeply about his people, making sure everything is correct. He's so quiet, like a church mouse on Sunday Mass yet when pushed he can be a force that no one has ever seen before. And that makes him so marvelous. I sometimes see him with another man, one that looks like him. Bickering like siblings they do but ya know they have such a bond that nothing can break it. His violet eyes catch everything and his blonde tresses always glittering in the sun. But most of all is his heart."

He patted her hand as she beamed about the man, "Oh how I love hearing you speak of him."

"I know granda, I know."

"I think I like him more and more when ya speak of him like so."

"Why's that?"

"Because he reminds me of me as a young lad."

Marissa laughed, "Oh now come on granda. You are a force to be reckoned with, you have bullet wounds of war to prove that."

"Aye, faking me age to do battle was alot wasn't it." he smiled at her, "But don't think that someone that is quiet can't hold a fight. Even the smallest mouse can fight like the mightiest lion."

She knew he wasn't wrong there, she had seen many people in her line of work pul themselves from such positions it even amazed her at times.

"All I truly wish is that ya find yerself a man like him." he stated to her.

Marissa smiled, "Well maybe one day. Once we get to Canada, maybe he'll be there waiting for me."