When Rachel awoke Thursday morning, the first thing she noticed was the sheets were wet. The second and much more alarming thing she became aware of was the searing pain across her lower back and abdomen. Rick had gone to work hours before, taking their only transportation: The '68 VW Bus. Carefully, Rachel peeled herself from the sheets and shrugged into a pair of bellbottoms and a blouse. She made a quick call, left a note for Rick on the counter, and began the 15-block walk to the hospital.

36 hours later, Rachel gazed down at the black-haired baby peeping out at her from its pink swaddling. The babe's skin was so white, her eyes so blue, and her lips so perfectly red, that, even years later, Rachel told people she she was sure she'd just given birth to Snow White herself.

They'd planned on calling the baby "Nancy Ann" if it was a girl. Yet, as Rachel stared down at the baby, she knew that name was all wrong. She saw how the girl's eyes, so unnaturally sharp, seemed to study Rachel's face; how she pursed her lips and stitched her brow together when Rachel spoke to her.

"No," Rachel told the child, "you don't look like a 'Nancy Ann' at all. In fact, you look just like Pap, with that stern little face."

"Hooommm," the baby sighed.

"Yes, indeed," Rachel chuckled, "just like Pap."

And so, Rachel and Rick named the baby after Rachel's own maternal grandfather. They named her Gage.

I'm left-handed.

Green is my favourite colour.

Don't feed me mint.

I'm a recovering English Major.

The scale says 112.

I dye my hair red.

My left eye is bluer than my right.

If I crane my neck, I'm 5'6".

I'm an INTJ.

My 2nd toe is longer than my big toe.

I can sing the ABC's backwards very quickly.