"I see..." Jonathan answered. Not that he understood what Daniel was saying, mind you; after all, how could he if the two other men, who just left the place, didn't understood it either. Whatever little time he had to think about it was interrupted by Daniel asking him about his little girl. "She's my daughter, Lily," Jonathan said, nodding at said daughter.

 Lily, who had been competely ignoring everyone up until now, jumped up and turned at her father. "No, I'm not! I'm not your daughter, and stop calling me Lily! For the last time, my name is Popoi!," the young girl snapped at Jonathan. Her father visibly cringed upon hearing these words. 
"I'm afraid she doesn't know who she is anymore," he continued after a painful silence. "Do you... Do you think she'll..." He muttered, unable to voice the horrible thought that kept raising itseilf. What if she never turned back normal?