In his brief moments of conciousness Willliam noticed that it was dark. Dark and wet. So wet in fact that he was floating, in what he didn't know but he found it comforting to float in it. It was also warm. The warmth and the constant rythmic thumping kept sending him to sleep.

William relived his life through his dreams, imprinting his memories into his new brain.

His first memory, his father taking him fishing. despite catching nothing both had an enjoyable day just relaxing and spending time in each others company.

His mother reading to him and never leaving his side when he was sick.

His first day of school.

The girl that slapped him in the face when he pulled her hair.

The day that same girl kissed him.

The day his father gave him The Talk.

When his father asked him what he wanted out of life.

All these and many more memories flitted through his awareness but it was the last of his memories that brought him to full awareness.

His parents murders.Not deaths but murders. The way they were framed, tried, his mother not even recieving this, and executed for the greed of others however roundabout is nothing more than murder.

William promised himself that he would find those responsible and make them pay for what they did to his family.

His momentary bout of awareness over William slipped back into unconciousness.

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After an unknown period of time William became aware of a change in his surroundings. He was being pushed downwards. Then came the squeezing. It was one of the most unpleasant experiences of Williams life, and this was coming from someone that had been tied to a post and shot at.

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Finally after an agonizing amount of time William was out of whatever was squeezing him and fully aware for the first time since his execution.

Looking around William had trouble seeing very far, or just keeping his eyes open for that matter. Feeling giant hands holding him he forced his eyes open to find out what was going on.

At the edge of his vision,which was only about two feet really, William saw a giant woman holding him. With sweat soaking her dark hair and a tired smile she looked down at him with her beautifull green eyes.

A large blur moved closer and resolved into a giant of a man even compared to the giant woman as he leaned over her shoulder to peer down at him with a brilliant smile on his face.

"Look Dear she has your eyes" the giant man said happily.

"Yes, but from the looks of it she will have your hair and nose." the woman horlding him said,never taking her eyes off him.

Realizing that he was a baby and had just been born William immediately tried to forget the previous sensations. Unfortunatly with his newly enhanced mind that was impossible. Shoving the memories into a dark corner of his mind to gather dust and hopefully be buried under enough of it.

Looking at the the two people hovering over him and picturing a baby made from combination of their features he figured he would be one handsome man when he got older.

"Have you decided on a name for her yet?" the man asked his wife.

"Olivia. Olivia Marie Harris." said the woman.

William felt a chill run up his spine at hearing his,now apparently her, name.

Unable to even raise his own head much less move his body the way he wanted he did the only thing left to him. He cried like a baby.

After crying himself out his new mother fed him.

Now William liked a good boob as much as the next man and had enjoyed a few in his young life but none of them had belonged to his mother. Choking down the milk being offered, knowing it was this or starve he did his best to ignore where the milk was coming from.

Cleaned, fed, and clothed he was placed in a crib by his mothers bed so they both could rest.

As he was lying there a pain started to form in Williams head. At first it was nothing more than an annoyance but it quickly built. Feeling as if his head were going to explode some part of Williams subconcious realized what was happening.

To put it simply an adult mind just doesn't heve enought room to exist in the brain of an infant.

In order to save itself Williams mind drew in upon itself and went dormant until the body it was inhabiting was old enough and mature enough to support it.