Kevin was so sure that there had once been something in Nautilus that had inspired him, something that drove and validated him. But the memory had been so hard to cling to, like the details of a fuzzy dream, until he couldn't make it out any longer.

Now, Kevin felt... lost. He couldn't understand what had inspired him so. What had he been fighting for? What had driven him? There was some event, someone who'd believed in him. It'd been somewhere between frightening, yet familiar and safe, like the vague memories he had of his own father.

But no matter how he tried, Kevin couldn't picture who or what that thing had been, and so he sat at the entrance to the underground tunnels, lost and alone in his own thoughts.