The year is 2002, and after almost a century of interference from the United States, Canada is fed up with an ignorant country like the States controlling Canadian affairs. The young charismatic Prime Minister, elected on the platform of a truly independant Canada walking into the new century, has finally insighted rage in the hearts of Americans. The friendship between the two countries were over.

The first strike against Canada came on January 2, 2000, and the ensuing months were devastating to Canada. Never expecting to be attacked, Canada had neither the resources, the weapons, nor the personnels to fight a war against a military mongel like United States.

By midsummer, Canada's situation looked terribly bleak, and the countries across the world bowed to the American dominance, though in their heart, they were hoping for a way to help Canada. If only there was some sign that Canada could win.

In a concentration camp near Sarnia, Ontario, students from the universities in southern Ontario were kept under close watch. Chinese students were kept in a separate cell block, and being pressured to denounce their Canadian citizenship and return to China.

Jessie and a group of her friends were locked there. They were tired after months of being pressured by the psychologists, but they still remained patriotic to the country that nurtured them. Many of their friends from Waterloo had long since turned their back on Canada and were deported. That fact alone lowered the moral in the remaining group.

Jessie was leaning against the bars of her cell and looking across the hall at the guys that were going to school with her. Jessie saw the head psychologist walk towards them. He said to someone walking behind him in the dark corridor, "You know if we still can't convince these people to denounce Canada, we might as well put them into the mass concentration camp. We can't afford to maintain this special treatment for the Chinese government."

They had walked along the corridor enough for Jessie to finally see a Chinese young man walk into the light. She looked at him and felt somehow drawn to him, and feeling very guilty about that, she turned to look at her boyfriend locked up three cells down across the hall.

The young man walking with the psychologist said, "I am afraid the Chinese government insist that these brilliant minds be brought back to China."

"But they will not turn against Canada. Not after all these months. If it was going to work, it would have worked months ago."

"I don't have a choice, damn it. We don't have any allies in this war except for China, and we aren't going to lose that," the young man was really upset, "Look, the world thinks USA had no right to strike against Canada, and deep down inside we all agree. Once that first missile was accidentally set off, we didn't have any way of reconciling. So we are going to do this in style. Why would these intelligent people want to die here when they have a brilliant future in China?"

They were by now standing in front of Jessie's cell, and the young man looked at Jessie. He asked, "Why won't you denounce your Canadian citizenship?"

"Because I am a Canadian." Jessie said.

The young man waved his hand through his dark hair and said, "But that's ridiculous. You are born in China. You don't owe any loyalty to this country that is going to disappear any time now.

"There must be some things you can return to in China. Family, loved ones, perhaps." He looked into Jessie's eyes, and such a grave concern shown through.

Jessie shifted her eyes away. Her fingers curled around the locket she wore around her neck.