Imogen was awakened by the tarp being removed and the jostling of the tank. Faces warped by the waves peered back at her, smiling and care free. Only when she was set down did she notice the rest of them. They were some of the old freaks: Sylvia the bearded lady, Jerome the man who could eat anything, and finally William the wolf man. Her face brightened with happiness and wonder at seeing them. They had been her family before the others. She pushed through the water and flipped in the air, landing with a splash that soaked nearly everyone. She had found them. She was home.