1957. Detroit, Michigan. You're on the set of a film. The scene has just ended and now everyone is on free-time for a bit. As you watch the actors walk of set, one approaches you. That being Mary Anderson, her fame comparable to that of Marilyn Monroe. As she strutted over, her heels clacked against the pavement. "Why hello there! I don't believe I've met you before, what's your name, hun?"