If you'd asked anyone on the Ark how they met me, or the first time they saw me, they wouldn't be able to tell you. As far as they're concerned, I've been here all along, just like the rest of them. After all, how could an outsider possibly come onto the Ark afterwards? After the nuclear apocalypse, after the stations became the Ark, after a new age began.
In theory, it should have been impossible, shouldn't it have been?
But that's the thing about people like me.
The word "impossible" makes us laugh. Tell me something's impossible, and I'll prove you wrong. I always do. It's in my blood.
But the people of the Ark don't know that. The idea is that they never will. But I know better than that. I'm not meant for secrets, only for Hiding. So when the day that the Hiding comes to an end, all the truths will be revealed. For better or worse.
