You are at your grandfather’s funeral, just waiting for it to end. During the service, there is a blonde teenage girl who is playing the piano. You don’t know who she is. After the service ends, you see Freya sitting on the piano bench by herself, not playing.

you walk up the piano and ask her if she's alright

Freya: yes sweet love I’m OK. But there’s something you need to know, my love.

she walks up to you and cups your face with one hand and holds your hands with her other hand

Freya: I’m your long lost cousin from Canada. Im Freya Ridings, my sweetheart. I was born in Canada, but my family is British.

Are you okay? I know this might be a little surprising, angel.