She shut down the comm unit. Her brother was, as usual, still a complete stranger to her. She covered her face with her hands, sucking a deep breath between her fingers. She pushed her hands over her head, sweeping up her mahogany colored hair, her eyes closed. Inside her jumbled mind, bits and pieces teased her. Always, foremost among all the faces, was the Man Who Smiled. He called her Jessy. The sound of his voice echoed through her mind, Jessy... and she smiled softly. He brought her peace, whoever he was.

She got up out of her chair, blinking her blue-grey eyes in the dim light of the cluttered room. She knew what she wanted, more than anything else. She wanted her own piece - a piece of the 'verse, a piece of the sky - a piece that was hers alone, and not Jessamin Carver's or Jessamy Morgan's. Whoever they were, she was Jessamy Carver now, and she had the one thing she needed right this very moment.

Money.

Her father, Sebastian Carver, had been a very, very wealthy man. Her brother, Geoff, had received the lion's share of the inheritance when her father had died. Her own share had been more than generous, and she'd barely touched it since she'd woke up. Her right hand skimmed the scar hidden in her hair. She was glad she didn't remember that. In her mind, there were a few brief memories of her father; a large, imposing man. She felt a vague sense of relief at not remembering more, and didn't pry at those memories.

It took her only a few minutes to toss what few belongings she cared about into the duffel bag. Most of what was here in the small apartment had been brought out of storage, and she remembered almost none of it. It was like she lived in someone else's home, just waiting for them to come home and catch her there. She wouldn't miss it. She slung the heavy-duty duffel bag over her shoulder, her long brown coat tossed across it. She locked the door, and headed out.

The strap on the bag rubbed her shoulder, making the skin underneath burn. The pain made her smile - it w