Danny and reached forward to grab some more of the nuts he had brought over. "Maybe. I think so too, actually." He believed in destiny, karma and balance. Everything happened for a reason, even if it was sometimes hard to see what the reason was at the time.

"The crash was-" She felt the pressure against his head, the cold beneath his feet but after a second he shook it off. The crash was hard for him to talk about. He finished his drink and then refilled his glass.

"We were on our way to a vacation in our jet. It was me, my mother and my father. At first we just started losing altitude but then the plane began to tear apart." He paused and brought his drink to his lips. "I was ten." He remembered his mother taking off her seat belt and being pulled from the plane as the main hull ruptured.

"After the crash, I tried to see if anyone else survived. I found the pilots first. They were both dead. Then I saw my father." Danny paused again and this time it took him a little longer to complete the story. "We had landed in snow. I remember my feet burning, leaving bloody foot prints in the snow but I didn't want to give up. I kept walking until I couldn't walk anymore."

"The monks found me in the snow, probably just before I died."