When Oakley was born her mum couldn't be bothered to think of a name so when she took the baby home she looked out the window into the weed infested garden and saw this oak tree. It was old and wilting, she decided to call her new born child Oakley. When the child was old enough to walk around she noticed the tree and asked what it was called. the result came back and she carried on toddling towards it in silence carrying a half full watering jug, she went and pour the water evenly onto the roots. This carried on into the teenage years, by then the tree was healthy and tall. Oakley made sure her bed faced out into the garden so she could watch with the curtains open. Keep watch of the world below, keeping watch over the only thing that meant something valuable to her.