How well do we really know someone? Someone we may call dad, mom, brother, sister, husband, wife, or any other that we hold dear to our hearts. How well do we know how they lived, how they loved, and even how they died? Why do some of them, in their elderly years, forget those they loved the most and seem to dwell on a life that never existed? Emma thought she knew the answers to these questions until she really got to know the man she called her father, Jacob Andrew Philips. "Can't we just relocate him?" the assistant director asked. "I wish it was that simple," Agent Canton replied. "His identity has been compromised and with his Alzheimer's, I fear it is only a matter of time before his history becomes a public interest." Agent Canton paused. "One that you are well aware would become a media nightmare."