"Your father is a much more vicious man than he lets on," Morpheus said, twisting his hands together in front of him. "You know those memories you lost so long ago? Those memories you wish that you could recall, but never can?" He paused, and his eyes narrowed. "Your father took them from you."

"What?" Lysandra exploded. "You're lying! My father would never do that!"

"How can you be so sure?" Morpheus asked. "You have no memories of your father - except the one in which he shot ...