Identity Crisis

For who knows how long, you've been running from place to place, trying to escape. Now you're somewhere very noisy, that reeks of irresponsible teens, spilled booze and rotting pizza. 

You, and only you, have something the green slimy outworlders want, and they are not afraid to blow everything in their path to get to you.

What they don't know is why that something makes you so powerful.

And that's because it means you are never, ever, alone.