As she looked in a mirror she had required from around the place, she saw a completely different person than she had pictured in her head. She had remembered what she had looked like before. Before this crazy adventure. She had long brown hair that reached just above her waist. Now, it was dyed bright purple and were close to resembling dreadlocks. Her perfectly made up face of rouge and mascara was now nothing but red lips. She didn't recognize the person reflecting back at her. So she waved into the mirror at this person, “Hello Violet, I'm Memory Trash, you look like someone I used to love” she said into the mirror. Someone had overheard, Memory had seen a flash of red in the mirror behind her, she said nothing. But looked away from the mirror in embarrassment. Her cheeks grew pink, “Memory?” Gerard called, she turned her head flicking her hair to the other side of her body. He was at the edge of her bed looking awkward. She turned her back on him, resuming her previous posture. “Are... You okay?” he asked concerned, He sat on her bed uninvited and put his hand on her shoulder. She could sense he was really asking, she nodded. “Don't just nod, tell me how you are, really now?” he said moving his hand to touch the tips of her hair, She slouched and stared at her hands, “fine” She croaked out as if trying to be as unconvincing as possible, he didn't believe it for a moment, and got the idea that he was not going to get anywhere. “You're scared aren't you” she shuddered as he had gotten it completely right and shifted her weight, “maybe” she hoarsely confessed, barely inaudible. Gerard was about to say something when a loud static was heard, “Listen up Poison. Killjoys are in need, one against – at least 4. Go now! Rumored by the name of Silver Fox” Gerard looked at Memory not wanting to leave, for he was the tiniest bit closer to look into her mind. Panic had erupted from the guys as it was getting dark now, they fire up the trans-am and Gerard had taken Memory’s hand and brought her with them, because of all the panic Memory didn't question anything. She went along with the guys in the Trans-am. The atmosphere the car gave as she sat there was really ‘get up and go’ she felt ready for action. She wondered to herself why she hadn't come along before to these little journeys they have. In the distance she could see a stand-off happening. There was a white bicycle on its side by the edge of the road and a blue bandanna had been dropped and almost burnt. The guys had jumped out the car in a V formation ready for action. Memory got herself out meekly. They all had their ray guns at point to the 4 Dracs that where right in front of this poor boy. She took everything in, and then she focused on the boy. He was small, looked about 12. He had blonde hair with a obvious blue streak though it. Just in a plain yellow tank top. His eyes looked familiar, so strikingly familiar she had no idea where they were from though. As she looked underneath the thick layer of dirt and underneath the black heavy sunglasses on this boy's face. Memory could not comprehend this thought, this scene that had been panned out before her. She screamed out in emotional distress, She charged ahead and shot each drac with ease. It was the case where they were all focusing on the guys but Memory then snuck up with this battle cry and shot every Drac square in the chest before they could even figure out what is even happening. They were on the floor, They'd been ghosted. Violet had never done that before, she'd never gotten rid of anyone like that. Even if they were a drac, she'd run. But everything aside. She wasn't thinking about the fact she had just ghosted 4 Dracs. She was more concerned why her 15 year old brother almost got attacked. She walked up to him hastily, The guys stood there confused and not entirely sure what had just happened, she wrapped in a tight hug, as if trying to rewind this whole situation, “not you Jack, not you” Memory whispered to herself, the anger that was flowing through her was explainable, but then also the desperation that was oozing out of her at that very moment. There was just too much confusion and too much of her self in this place now, She grabbed him by the shirt, “He's coming back with us” she instructed, the guys just did what they said for Memory clearly had a better knowledge of this situation