As Nina began to end her late afternoon nap, she was awakened anyway by a figure standing, casting a shadow, before her. The figure pulled at the Irish woman's arm and she was pulled from her bed.
"Come, sister, there is something I must show you." Nina attempted to gain the hand her sister had stolen from her, but Anna's grip was too tight.
"Where are you taking me, slut?" Nina asked cruelly.
Anna ignored her sister's name-calling and simply said, "Soon you'll see, Nina."
As soon as they were outside, Nina flung Anna around and crashed her into a wall, making her let go of her sister's hand. "I'll let you take me if you let me walk free of your grasp." Nina glared menacingly. She watched as Anna lay on the ground hardly able to speak. The older of the two stood tapping her foot. "Well, while you lay there, I'm gonna go get myself fixed up," she walked into her apartment once more and into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup.
Soon Anna came from outside and stood in the doorway to Nina's bathroom. "I'm ready now."
"Well I'm not, you'll just have to wait. Worry not, my so-called sister, I'm almost finished."
"I'm sure," Anna stated sarcastically. Nina finished up and Anna waited impatiently. "Okay! Can we go now!" Anna walked out the door and Nina followed.
They walked quite a few blocks and they were almost to a large gate. "Will you tell me where we're going now?" Nina asked.
"Just shut up and follow me!" Anna was loosing her grip and wasn't sure how long she could keep up being nice to her sister.
Soon they came to a grave labeled, "Richard Williams, beloved father and husband" and stated the dates of the man's birth and death.
Another spark in Nina's memory. She had slapped her sister early on, before the cryonisation; but why?
"Anna, why have a slapped you?" Nina asked.
"Because I tried to help you."
"No," Nina said. "Before that."
"Before…what?" she hesitated.
"Before the cryosleep!"
"There was nothing before the cryo—" she stopped.
"You know, I know there was something before that! Give it up, Anna!"
"How can you be sure that I'm not telling the truth?" Anna asked.
"Your eyes are filled with hatred, Anna. A fiery hatred, a hatred that burns inside of you, and you will never be truly free of it until you let out, let go."
"Listen, I don't want to break out a fight, not here, not in front of Father."
"Anna, if there was nothing before the cryonisation then how was I born? How could this man, as you say, be my father?"
The Irish, dark-haired woman hesitated for a moment or two. "Alright, I give. There was more but none of which I will tell you."