Sloane Ingram's Questionnaire

A shitty little hole-in-the-wall in Seattle. Took me a long time to find a place I felt safe enough to put roots down in, but I'm pretty sure they've stopped tracking me by now. Convinced I'm not a problem, maybe? Haven't seen one of their vans since Montana. Either way, guess I settled here because it's different enough to feel... comfortable.

The weather's nicer, that's for sure. The Nevada desert's a hellhole nowadays, so hot you forget there's any other way for the world to be. Didn't help that the facility's Stabilizers were so small; we were getting slammed by a new Splitstorm weekly.

So yeah. Seattle. Nice weather, place to call my own, things that actually belong to me -- it's a big improvement. A real home.

And what would a real home be without a nutjob conspiracy board tracking the movements of every bastard involved with that place I could find?