"Well, power's gone out. What a night!", Rosee said as his 19-year old daughter, Mackenzie, or Mac, for short, put up the closed sign on their flower shop, on the outskirts of Zootopia. "So, Dad, while I get the candles, could you tell me the story of how you found me?" Rosee steadied himself. He planned on telling his daughter later, but now was as good a time as any. He was ready to talk, she was ready to listen. "Well, like most stories begin, it was a dark and stormy night, much like this, just five years ago..."
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I (Rosee began) had finished closing up shop after Harold, my rabbit employee, left. The storm had turned violent and I was getting out the candles. Even though, as an ocelot, I have very good night vision, I took precautions in case someone needed to use the phone. Luckily, the last couple who's car broke down were foxes, but that's another story. As the power went out, my radio died as well. Without the music playing, I could hear a moaning outside the door. I looked out, and saw an fourteen-year-old ocelot, with an enormous gash in her paw, sleeping on the streets. She was close to dying, and I, who used to be in medical school, knew it. I took her inside and put her on the pullout bed in my living area. After bandaging up her paw, I took a look at the backpack she was holding. There were a few trinkets inside; a pocket watch, a notebook, and a strange looking device. I put them back in the bag and noticed the name written on the top: Mackenzie. The note book had two notes inside, and one was addressed to whoever found Mackenzie, the other to Mackenzie herself. I waited for the girl, who I assumed the backpack belonged to, to wake up.
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"I remember that!", said Mac, "When I woke up, I couldn't remember my name, my parents, or how old I was. I was a blank slate!" Rosee had brought Mac to the living space of his flower shop, in the back room. "I read the note addressed to whoever found you. It said to hide the other note and book bag until you were 19 years old, on the day you was found. That would be today." As Rosee finished his story, he got the book bag from the other room. She opened the other note, read it for a moment and put it down. "All it says is to open the pocket watch when I'm alone.", Mac said, slightly disappointed. Rosee went to bed, and Mac sat on her bed, wondering who wrote the notes...

Later that night, Mackenzie opened the watch. She placed her paw on the face.. And the watch spoke. "Identity match. Mackenzie Thorns." In shock, she dropped the watch, which scanned the room. "Area secure.", the watch said after it finished. "Begin Transmission" What Mac saw next nearly made her scream. A hologram of two creatures that looked normal, except they had five fingers on each hand, and very little fur, save the tops of their head. The female spoke in the normal language. "Hello, Mackenzie. This is merely a recording so we can't hear you. But in short, we are what you are." Mac was shocked. But the male said, "We know you have no reason to believe us, as your memory was erased before your mission. But all details of your past life and your assignment will be clear as soon as we say this: Dementia's graces to you." And all went black as the pocket watch turned back, and Mackenzie hit the floor...