"I used to play almost daily with...with Sarah," Nigel says, his voice catching slightly as he says his deceased sister's name. Clearing his throat, he moves his knights into play, putting them on the front line, a space ahead and in between two pawns, protecting it from any attempts at attacking them. "We started playing since we were ten. I was nothing compared to her. She entered tournaments and always got first place. The way she played was an art in and of itself. She probably could beat even Sean without breaking a sweat."