Mara walked over to her father. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Mara," he was barly breathing, "I'm sorry for every thing," he posed, "I wish I could make it up to you, but... but it's to late now." Mara staired at him, "dont talk like that, you're going to be fine." He slowly shock his head, "I'm dieing Mara," he looked at Peter, "take care of her"