I washed up on the New England shore, the beautiful, shimmering, violet tail that had been my only pride and joy replaced by ungainly, unsteady legs. I slowly taught myself to walk, and was found by an old woman taking a walk on the beach. I pretended that I had forgotten my name and my old life, and feigned a deep fear of water of any kind. She took me to her home, cleaned me up, gave me clothes, and took me to a police station. I remember my eyes were wide with disbelief, taking in all the wonders of the modern surface world that I later became accostomed to. I hadn't known the specifics then, but I later learned that they had used my face and fingerprints to search for my true identity. Because there was no such identity, it was never found. The woman adopted me, and took me to several doctors, trying to help me recall my former life. I felt sorry for decieving her, but even if I had told her the truth, she would not have believed or accepted it. I chose the first name of Michelle and took my adoptive mother's last name of Britton.

Mother was a kind and gentle woman, and at first it was hard for me to believe that she did not expect anything of me in return for taking care of me, as Dorissa did. I was home-schooled by Mother for a couple of years, and quickly learned to read and write, learned some mathematics, history, and science, and at the samed time learned to be comfortable in and adjust to my new world. I attended high school, then college.

It was in college that I discovered acting, and I performed in a few local plays before I myself was discovered. I was the star of several successful independent films, gaining me a bit of fame and a substantial amount of money. I moved out and used some of my small fortune to buy my own home. At one of the film festivals I regularly attended, I met a wonderful and attractive man named Dustin Dunne, who went by the name of Dusty. We started to date, and our relationship grew quite significantly.

I had it all, and I was very happy with my new life. I had quite forgotten that my old life had ever existed - until one night, walking down the sidewalks of New York City, I felt as though someone was following me, and for a fleeting and terrifying moment, I turned and saw Dylan.