It's been a'while since I was here last...

...before it was usually inside a shipping container, so this was the first time I was really able to see what Independence Port looked like. It's... well, pretty damn boring. Perez Park is much more enjoyable, truth be told.

But the Port... it will always hold memories for me. Memories of when I didn't have fur all over; when I had to learn to walk again after my legs changed; memories of watching my face melt away day by day in the scrap of shiny plastic I used for a mirror.

Speaking of mirrors, looking at yourself through one smaller than your hand only makes such changes more terrifying. It leaves you wondering, "Did I see that right?" When you can't get proper references, tracking changes becomes much harder. That I came through the ordeal so calmly in retrospect says volumes about the non-visual changes Crey's chemical baths were causing to me.