The idea for this story came to me in a dream. Honestly, that's my excuse. So if you're like "wow dis person ish SO egotistical! Obviously the main character is loosely based on themshelves." NUH DUR. Im not dreaming about a random fanfic reader, however strange but… I dream about myself! But, if you become overcome with jealousy for our little character girly-Q, simply be like "oh haha, mon ami, she is indeed writing about me! There is no doubt." You are right, random fanfic reader. I think I shall call you Ted. So Ted… I'm writing about you. Sorry if this is awkward since the main character is a girl.. and especially if a guy named Ted reads this… oh well. IN SUMMARY: IMAGINE URSELF AS THE LEAD IN THIS STORY. IT CAME TO ME IN A DREAM. JUST IMAGINE THE AWESOMENESS. DO IT. THANKS, TED.

"She's the only key in this case, Maura. I just hope the poor girl wakes up…" A woman with a mane of black curly hair sat on the edge of my hospital bed. She was addressing Maura, a middle aged woman with blonde and brown highlighted hair in a fashionable wave. Maura was dressed beautifully- even from my dazed state I could see the form fitting blue blouse with a black pencil skirt. She was shifting her weight from side to side, her eyebrows crunched together in a mix of concern and confusion.

"Jane…" Maura reached out a hand to touch the other woman's shoulder- Jane. Jane was dressed much differently. But her black hair made up for any simple clothes she adorned herself with- a red shirt, a black coat, long black pants and a shiny detectives badge. There was a definite closeness between the two.

"I'm heading back to talk with Frost, maybe he's gotten some breakthroughs. You okay here?" Jane asked, her deep brown eyes probing Maura's.

"Y-yeah, I'll meet you back there…" Maura turned from Jane and was facing me once again.

Yes, me. The girl in the hospital bed. The big key to their case. Trying to battle of a fever and a horrible cough- pneumonia. But Maura was staring at me now, and I figured I might as well speak since I was obviously not delirious. The pneumonia was mild, after all. But after what I had been through, the hospital was truly the only place for me to go.

"Hi," I whispered. God my voice sounded horrible. Maura might as well have been talking to a grandma. A sick grandma who was chewing on gravel.

"Oh, uh, hello. I'm Doctor Maura Isles, from Boston Police." She smiled but her eyes were much too expressive- she was scared.

"I'm- I'm…" I blinked and tried again. "I am…who am I?" I was drawing a complete blank. My name? nothing. I knew… I knew everything… or at least, I couldn't notice any gaps but- but what was my name?

"Don't worry. Amnesia is a common side effect of the antibiotics you're currently taking. Your name is…" She flipped through my files. "Angela."

"Angela Rose, please step to the front," The court marshal ordered. I was being sent off with my third foster parents. I was a good kid, but some people thought I was weird. Just because, well, I am a little, not my fault. I think dead bodies and crime shows are cool, and I like to make weird faces and be silly and laugh and sing around watching crazy movies with friends.

But I don't have any of those, do I? Because I'm too weird for something like that,

But this couple did seem a bit different. The mom wasn't perfectly dressed, the dad looked a little aloof and obviously wasn't in charge. Carly and Eddie Shaw. So it was Angela Shaw now. Maybe. Last town I was Angela Rose, before that I was Betty Reign, and first Laurel Smith. My original name was supposed to be Tina. Tina Browning. But Tina died with her parents. Tina isn't here anymore. That's what I would always say.

I was thinking of being Emily. Carly and Eddie have Emily Shaw. Seemed fitting. But Carly said that I would be Angela Shaw, unless I wanted to go back to Tina Shaw. I said no.

That was when I started to realize- I was right. Carly and Eddie Shaw were two very different people. And I am lucky to be alive and able to remember that. Very. Lucky.