"My childhood is one of those things that seems to be shrouded in a fog," Dutch murmurs, leaning back into him a touch even while she keeps drawing. "It's not that long ago but it feels like another lifetime."

She had been such a different person. Her name, her ambitions, her goals, her wants, her needs. "I think about myself as a little girl and sometimes have to really concentrate to realize that that person is me. So much has happened since then. It's hard to believe that I was that young and innocent once, I suppose."