Every time he comes to see her, she's grown up that much taller, become that much more mature. Every time he comes to see her he's reminded of Rachel before Liz died, and how much he has lost with Rachel. There were lives he had ruined beyond his own, and there was all that time which he will never get back.

"He was eager, your father. Skipped up the ranks like a flat stone jumping on water." Eager and young and rash, and never lived long enough to grow old and see how silly it all had been all those years ago. Deserving of much more than an untimely death and a girl asking an old Club who'd been alive for far too long about him nine years later.

But such were the hands dealt to them. They could only make do with what they had, and not ask for anything more.

"You can't really compare though. You're much brighter and more mature than he was at your age."