This really isn't what I expected out of life. I thought maybe I could reach for and maybe even catch some of the American dream.. I had a boyfriend, lots of friends, heck I was even volunteering at the local hospital as a jump on a nursing degree. And then it all changed. Steve and I stumbled into a little clique of kids who it turned out were saving the world from aliens. Go figure. But then.. we tried to help out.. and the battle.. and the cliff.. and six months later I woke up from the coma in the hospital, and found out that Steve was dead. that's not what was so devastating, though. I had partial amnesia. I didn't even know who Steve was until about a month later. My mempry slowly started coming back, but not the whole part about aliens and all until after TMS found me. I was rather uncerimoniously dumped back in, but I don't try to complain.. I got a second chance at life, and hope that I can live up to what Steve and I could have had together. Saving the world would be interchangable with that, don't you think?