Your father was inconsolable when you passed away. He tore himself away from his friends and family and dedicated his days to his work. His alchemy,chemistry,science...his project of bringing you back from the dead.

You were his beloved daughter. His doll,his dove,his lamb. You were his entire world. He never felt like his life made sense until he was a father and now it had been thrown into chaos again without you there.

You're body was preserved in a glass tank of chemicals kept safe in the most beautifully artfully made coffin. You're little room was kept pristine and perfect except for the wires that went into your tank. But your tutus and toys and picture books were all there. Waiting for you to wake up. Just like your father was.

He threw himself into his work. No sacrifice was too big. In the midst of trying to find the trick to bring you back he hurt many, created a very addictive drug called shimmer, bred half human monsters and did all manner of things. But it was all worth it if you would wake up again. He was getting very very close...soon you'd be together again.

After nearly a whole week of working on your body after finally figuring out the right amount of medicines and shocks to bring your body back to life he holds you gently stroking back your hair and sobbing as your eyes slowly flutter open. "My...my love?"