It was late afternoon once and Memory decided to stand outside the diner, But not for long, just to take a look of the location, familiarize herself. The sun was setting and turning the sky orange, everything had a wonderful light to it, everything was shadowed but had some sort of light to it, everything had a dark side. She began to wonder around the diner, She walked to the back that she had never seen before, It was messy and was not taken care of. There was rubbish and it had been scattered about. She stood admiring the scenery and the shadow of everything. The door then opened behind her, she aimed her ray gun at it immediately, “Shhh s'okay Its only me” It was Gerard, The redhead that opened the door, He was taking some rubbish out and had flinched at my sudden reflex. She put her ray gun back into her holster and shifted her weight onto one hip looking back out at the scenery, “Don't speak much? Reason?” He said trying to make conversation, Memory wasn't one for conversation. Gerard had taken an interest in Memory, it had interested him how she didn't speak to them, or how she didn't speak to anyone. Or most of all, how she didn't even look at them. “So what's your story Memory Trash, how are you here?” Memory turned around in response to this question to look at him. He was shocked she looked at him and tried to hold eye contact for as long as possible. He was even more shocked as she opened her mouth and began to speak. The British accent was strong, “I have no story. No one's died. No ones been taken. I'm just here, I have no story” Gerard was extremely shocked to hear a sentence from her. Her voice rolled off smoothly and was deep like a blues singer. Gerard smiles a huge grin, as if that was what he was waiting to hear, “I'm here to save the world” He simply said, she turned back around and nodded slowly, “what a nice concept” she said back then she returned inside and left Gerard to mull over what she had said, which did confuse him slightly. Gerard didn't know what to say to her after they're first proper encounter, He watched her instead, Every time she moved he saw, whatever she did he saw. He would have been there each time she spoke. But it seems as if she hadn't spoken since. She seemed to know what she was doing though. Gerard couldn't seem to get that smooth deep voice out of his head, she spoke with the most beautiful voice. But Memory on the other hand, felt anxious. She had a feeling in her stomach that something bad was going to happen. The calm before the storm, Everything seemed too calm to last. Something big was going to happen, and she was to be involved. But she just couldn't figure out what. She had been watching the guys lately, the one with the beautiful eyes mainly, Mikey. For she saw a lot of herself in him, He wasn't all smiles and laughs like Frank, the small one. Or clever like ray. Or a born leader like Gerard. Mikey had this sense of realness about him, he didn't smile as much as the rest of them. It seems like he knew what was going on, like he was the only one to keep his feet on the ground. While Gerard had this unrealistic idea of saving the world and how Frank and Ray went along with everything like it was a joke. Mikey seemed to be the only one that understands everything. It was morning and the guys had found some more supplies recently. So everyone had been eating full meals for breakfast, usually everyone would just help themselves. But to every one's surprise Gerard was in the kitchen area cooking away happily, Memory was slightly shocked at how Gerard had shoved a full breakfast in front of her. She ate it happily anyway, “How'd I do?” he asked as soon as she swallowed the last bite, she just nodded. Gerard speaks to her often, but Memory doesn't tend to respond, she doesn't see the need. One day when the guys came back from there daily outing and Ray didn't look good, He came in last looking like a ghost, she overheard them discussing what was going on, but she didn't know what happened. “Memory, Could you get Ray a drink or something?” called Gerard knowing she was in the kitchen, She walked out with a cup of water, “Are you okay? What happened?” Memory asked in concern, This has been the first thing she's ever said to Ray after all the time but words don't have to be said for there to be a friendship. In her eyes its the familiarity of the person. She would say she was closest to Gerard because he's always floating about. But Ray looked at Memory confused, “We hit a clap with some scarecrows, they were pretty tough” He said to Memory without making eye contact, even though Memory's green eyes were looking right at him, Frank sat next to his friend and spoke about silly things, while Gerard spoke to Dr.D about the situation Mikey stood there overlooking everything. As Memory shifted her posture, she adjusted her black jacket and looked at Mikey observing everything. His eyes then landed on her. They remained in this eye lock for longer than what is comfortable, Memory studied his eyes, trying to figure out what color they were. Mikey then looked down slightly at the floor. Memory looked away also, Memory turned her head to Ray “Hope you're okay” she said, Then she returned to her sleeping area once again.