The past year in Shaman had flowed much like the beat of song, dipping in and out between the lower and higher notes. She had traded the modern clothes for Shaman clothes. The low rise jeans and neon yellow hoodie now sat in the back of her small wardrobe, replaced by a hunter green cloak, white peasant blouse and dark brown leggings. The bright colored high tops had been replaced by a pair of stylish brown boots. The only thing that remained was the aquamarine hair, a color that she found was permanent and natural here in this unknown world.

She was renting a small home in the outskirts of Laketon, just outside the main city, but still close enough for it to not be the best part of town. She had survived worse though and didn't think much of it, the scars that marred her back were a constant reminder that somehow she had even conquered death. She got by with odd jobs here and there, making some extra money by performing in the streets. Gone were the days of the electronic music she had once flooded clubs with. Although she still kept some of that flair in her new music, most was simply done with a guitar and her voice.

She shook her hair out as she took it down from the twin buns, laying the ribbon on her desk before crossing over to her bed. Another day would begin with the rising sun and she had planned o go and visit Memphis. She looked over at Fins who had snuggled up within a blanket, making himself a nest of fabric. The little cross between a shark and a puppy was cute in the weirdest ways and Nyxx had grown to love him more than she had thought possible.

"I guess it is bedtime, huh?" She leaned over and gave him a little peck on his head, laughing as he nuzzled in deeper to the blankets. She curled up on her bed beside him, wrapped up in the dark blue robe and matching nightgown.

Sometime later in the evening, she reached over for her blanket as she shivered from the cold. Had it really been this cold when she had gone to bed? She gave up her search for the blanket, instead moving to wrap an arm around the pillow beside her, cuddling up close to it. It was only when she felt the gentle shake of her arm that she realized the thing she was holding was not quite a pillow. She popped her head up from the cold ground and looked up to see Memphis sitting beside her, her arm loosely wrapped around his waist. "Wha? Memphis?" She gave a confused frown before moving to sit up, pulling the dark blue robe tighter around her. She peered around them, taking in the snow that surrounded the spot where they had been laying. "Okay. So this is 100% not my bedroom. I take it Shaman is playing tricks on us again?" She shook her head with a laugh before casting her light gray eyes towards the other older man.

"Hey! I'm Nyxx. Nice to meet you, Hook! Hmmm..." She paused, looking him over as a thoughtful look covered her face. "This sounds weird, but do I know you? Like, I don't think I do! But something about you looks familiar!" She offered him a smile and a shrug before turning her eyes back to the snow. "So..any ideas where we are and what we need to do?"