Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel sat on her bed typing away on her laptop, trying to finish up her bill for US Government. She was not humming I'm just a bill, yeah I'm only a bill under her breath.

The door's open.

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Isabel shook her head. "I think the memories are there. We just haven't been able to access them other then occasional flashes. From what we've been able to piece together, our planet was at war. With who, or what we have no clue. But somehow, some way, we were killed. Our alien essence was combined with human DNA and we were sent here to earth to grow and learn to use our powers so that we could eventually return to our planet and save our people."

"But the ship crashed and the government got involved. Somehow the the survivors of the crash managed to hide the pods we were incubating in in a cave in the desert and that's where we stayed until we hatched ten years ago. The only problem was, the lone survivor of the crash didn't make it back in time. We were found by the authorities and considered abandoned children." She sighed, "Max and I were lucky. We were adopted together. But we'd gotten separated from Michael and he wound up in foster care. We didn't find him again till we started school a year later."

"It's only in the last year, since we finally made contact with the survivor, that we were able to figure out even the most basic of facts," she finished.

"As for Special Collections, maybe I'll ask Prof. Lyman. I pretty sure he'd help."