Roxy had been working at the garage for almost five years. It was the closest thing she had to a home and Zed had been the closest thing that she had had to a father. He had named her his benefactor in his will. Everything she had was because of him. AS she went through the letters on his desk she found one with her name on it from the Anchor list. It appeared after years of being free to do whatever she wanted she was about to be change to someone. She wasn't happy about it but she knew she had no choice. She climbed on to her motorcycle and made her way to the empath that would take away everything she cherished.