Sometimes it seems like a dream I had a long time ago, or maybe a story I heard. The hardest part of it all though, is not knowing what happened to the others. If Iggy and the Gasman got out alright, if Max and the girls even made it as close as we did before we were separated. If they're even alive. But knowing they hadn't would be worse. This way I can imagine the way they'd be living now. Like Iggy's a professional techy and Gazzy's a comedian. Fact of the matter is they'd be living like me, scraping out an existence while hoping the whitecoats don't catch up with them. Always looking over my shoulder and keeping my distance from people. I still hope they're out there, alive and as safe as a genetically engineered mutant can be.
A/N: Again, I know it's short. But this is just helping to set the scene, plus there was only so much I could do with this part and it really didn't fit with the other prologue.