Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer

Cli- oh, let's be nice and call him the name he wants to use- Dr. D sighs, but nods. "Something like that. There were about ten of us when the journey began, and we only lost poor Cruzatte somewhere in the wilds east of Caesar's lands. Stepped on some form of old world ordnance that hadn't lost its bite yet. We buried the parts we could find and wound up in an argument during the funerary rites over our course to Chicago, and the group split. It turns out that neither I nor Shields were actually particularly good at land navigation. I sincerely hope everyone else was."