Well I can't remember much I know my name is Derick Maloan and I am from the Upstate New York area in the U.S.A. Thanks to discovering a piece of paper in my pant pocket that I assume is basic information on myself. The rest of it is a vague dream, a puzzle I still can't piece together.I remember a plane hitting a bad storm and breaking up over the ocean. I know it hit the water hard and a piece of the plane hit me hard in the head. Man it knock me for a loop, then things went black. As I came in and out of consciousness someone dragged me ashore and they stumbled off . I passed out and when I came to again there was no one around not even my rescuer. So I climbed to my feet and moved in land, hoping that as time passed more then my name starts coming back to me. As I move in land drenched shivering searching for anyone, anything that may seem familiar. I stumble across the discarded remains of a automobile a glimpse of recognition. Me in a mechanics shop oil stained overalls tools in my hands mechanics hands. Hands that know the hard labor of rebuilding a car engine. I was a mechanic a piece of the puzzle snaps back in place. I ran a shop and people called me MuskRat not shore why.