"Oh... uhm, yes. Bucky. He and Laura raised me after my parents died. There are younger versions of me here now," Genevieve said. How best could she explain it? It was hard to talk to people who did not know the island. "There was an attack on one of the people on the island half a year ago. He was evil. Very evil. You should never feel sorry for him. And people managed to kill him. But when I grew up he survived. He is, no, was"- The word still tasted weird -"very powerful. He made our life hell. Most died and there were only a few survivors. He hunted us down one after the other. My Mom and Dad died as well. Not my birth parents. They were already dead. But this is not a story for a wedding." She shook her head. "Weddings are happy, right?" A smile. There was nothing sad about it. She had found peace with her past.