I have nothing in this world. I am abandoned and no one knows of me here. I have no contacts, but no enemies aswell. The perfect chance to start over. I go around London, looking for ways to find or forge an identity. I found some clothes and other small items during my time in London, but without any proof of my birth or anything at all to tie me to the social system of this world my progress is slow and hard.
They fear my inhumanness, my ability to reason with showing emotion. They are also uneasy looking at me, even I can see that my form shimmers a bit, I must not be completely acclimated to the local time stream.
Soon a harbinger will return, soon I will be ready to put my plans into motion.......