There was a time when I wasn't an alien. There was a time when I belonged in your world. Exiled: a man--an island-- without a home. Now... I had to let go the better part of me, but I kept the spoils of that conflict, of that war. I had to.... I drifted out to sea: the remote reaches and abysmal depths of one man's experience, and I left an open, unmarked grave somewhere on the shore behind me. This endless, rocking experience.