Megan was in 17 years old and was high school when John and his wife dad split up. He had moved out of state, and even though he had really wanted to see Megan and he had visitation rights, there was just not enough money for a ticket. That wasn't a problem anymore, though, because his work had finally paid off. He had a beach front house at Malibu, a brand new 944 in the garage and, most of all, had sent Megan a first-class round trip ticket to come see him for three weeks over the summer break. As he waited nervously at the gate, the door finally opened and people started exiting the plane. It had been four years since he had seen his daughter -- what would she look like now? He wondered if she would blame him for leaving even though it was always clear that it was never his idea. He didn't have to wait long -- she was one of the first off the plane. She was really different than John had remembered.