Prologue

Scotty was a Scottish girl living London on her own. Although everyone expected her to be lonely, they stayed their distances. most were frightened away by her frazzly red hair, golden eyes, thick cream like accent, her almost constant need for some form of excitement, and Scotty could always tell when that was coming. She was a excitement driven girl but the one time she didn't see it coming it crashed right into her, or more like HE crashed right into her.

***If I put any of Bowie's songs in here, I do NOT own any of them. Also this story is set in modern times but Bowie's not dead and he's in his The Man Who Fell To Earth faze***