Emily Temple woke up sitting in her car in one of the lush, green parks along the Puget Sound. Her head ached and she couldn't remember a thing. The first thing she saw when she left the park, was the towering and brand new, WindSwept Narrows. A happy coincidence. Because she had nothing inside her memory that told her anything about herself. She didn't know how she got there or even where she was. But instinct told her it was where she wanted to be.