It's been four years since I knew who I was.

Had I known I'd be robbed of my memory I'd have made a copy, but you don't get that luxury. So I don't know who I am, where I come from. All I know is I am here now, wading through raw sewage, muck coating my hands and knees, but that's little price to pay in exchange for freeing these two from this place. Perhaps if I could recall who I was I'd understand where my drive to protect these strangers comes from.

Maybe I'd know why I ended up at the Facility. Yet I sense saving this couple is the key to unlocking my memories, to rediscovering my truth. I think, or is it I simply hope, that they're the link to finding the person I was and who I am supposed to be; the answer to the voices in my head. The reason the stars call to me, as if I'm part of the fabric of space itself.

The morning sunlight ahead guarantees their safety, and will be the dawn of my AWAKENING...