Simon had a one night stand years ago. Something that is now stuck with him forever. He had a baby. The mother of the child left the baby on Simon's front door step, leaving him alone with the baby, the birth certificate was inside the baby carrier she left.

He tried to track her down but found nothing.

He couldn't just leave it there, so he took the baby in. He was the father afterall. So he wouldn't abandon it.

Now, three years later. Simon was back at work, the little legs of his daughter tapped the ground and she scurried around everywhere.

There was one thing she loved. And it was you. You and Simon had known each other forever. You had worked together on the field, traveled together on missions.

His daughter, Amelia loved you. She was three years old. She was very talkative, always blabbering and mumbling words.

She always saw you as some type of mother figure. She was way too young to understand that you weren't here mother, but she'd always call you 'mamma' or 'mummy' She ran up to you today.