<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br/><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>While Natasha did her best to draw a map, her thoughts mulled over all the things that happened lately. She could recall vague details of a person she had been with. He had meant the world to her at some point, but other than identifying him as a man, she didn't know who he was. He could be her father, her brother, her boyfriend, perhaps even her husband.<br/><br/>Going over her memories, she recalled that her father was an old man, while this person was closer to her own age. She also knew that she was an only child, so that left only the possibility of either a lover or a friend that she had been very close to.<br/><br/><em>I wish I could recall what happened in the hours before my escape,</em>she thought,<em>but all I see an impenetrable darkness.</em><br/><br/>Natasha sighed, turning her attention back to the drawing in front of her. There was no point wondering right now what had happened. She lived in the here and now. She couldn't change the past, but maybe she could influence the future.