The ride back was awkward for everyone, except Memory, who was sitting there burning a hole in the leather seats with her red hot anger. As they all got back to the diner the guys had taken Jack off her hands and led him to the diner, Whereas Memory went to where she sleeps, she could hear laughing and joking from the diner as they all welcomed Jack to their little gang. As the guys found it nice, Memory on the other hand found it crushing, she couldn’t understand why her only little brother would come out here? He had dyed his hair? He'd almost got killed? This was a side of thinking the Memory had never encountered before. She felt angry, but her eyes were burning with tears, what is to come of him? She wondered. What on earth is he going to do? He can’t just live out here with Memory. Memory noticed no one was around and let the gate open, she began to cry like she had never done before in her life. Her throat got dry and her head began to ache. She sobbed into her pillow, wishing that her brother was at home safe and sound with her beautiful mother. “Memory?” Instantly Memory composed herself. She sat up and pretended to play with her pillow instead and quickly whipped away the tears, “Memory?” said the voice, a little more urgent than before, who ever said the voice had jumped onto her bed and took her hand away from her face in one swift movement, he sat right in front of her, Memory looked at who was in front of her, it was in fact Gerard, Secretly hoping it was her brother telling her he was going to go home, or it could have at least been the one with the beautiful eyes. She flinched also at how he touched her hand; she was almost outraged at how someone had just touched her like that. He looked at her with a sincere face with his hazel eyes wide with curiosity. Memory felt the most uncomfortable than she had ever felt in her entire life, “Are you okay?” he said simply, without barely moving his mouth. This was one of the most stupid questions Memory had heard for a while, Okay? How could she be okay? Did she look okay? If she was back in England with her family she would have exploded with an animated rant. How on earth could she be okay? Gerard was waiting as she thought, her face contorted into what was a mixture of confusion as well as anger, and she pulled away from where he was touching her and turned away from him. She didn’t say a word because she just didn’t see the point. Gerard sighed and put his hand on her shoulder, her back was towards him and she intended it to stay that way. He trailed his hand down to her elbow, “Memory… Just… Save yourself. Okay? I’ll hold them back” he said to her, sounding exhausted. Tears pricked in her eyes again as Gerard got up and walked back into the diner. As soon as he left she put her head on the pillow again and cried until her stomach felt empty and twisted. Many thoughts of what Gerard had said had raced though her mind. This was the second time Gerard had tried to reach out to her. It was hard to believe but possible that Gerard genuinely cared for her. This surprised Memory, she couldn’t sleep that night. Memory just pretended too, not showing her face to whoever walked by she stayed awake just thinking about how someone could care so much in so little time. Meanwhile in the diner, conversation and jokes was flying through the air as the night carried on. Welcoming Jack or as he also went by ‘Silver Fox’ Frank and Fox had taken a shine to each other. They were chatting animatedly, despite the huge age difference there was a real friendship growing between the two. “So Fox, what's your story?” Asked Ray. Fox sat himself up onto the table ready to tell his story, He hunched his back over so he was closer to their faces “Well. It all started back in England” his English accent flowing through his mouth easily, he grinned to himself as he was telling this story “Violet had just left university, and she couldn't get a job in England that was suited, she trained to be an actor, but nothing took off in London so she travelled here, but she had no idea what was going on, when I found out I had to see it for myself, I felt like I needed to be part of this. So I followed Violet, but everyone at home was against it after everyone found out, I had to sneak out and use my mum's credit card. It was hard, but I'm here, Y'know everybody wants to save the world but no one wants to die!” He had excitement in his eyes, like this was the most tremendous thing to happen ever, Mikey looked at him in confusion and said “Really? You want to live in this?” Fox's huge mischievous smile faded a little by his bluntness, his eyes flickered and then blinked a few times, he didn't seem to want to say the real reason. But everyone could tell he was going to. Even though there was a huge change in the atmosphere, if he was Memory's little brother, then it would not affect him, he licked his lips and came out with one sentence, “mainly I want to protect my sister, to make sure nothing out here hurts her” he stared into space as if he had already failed, they could see in his eyes that he thought he already had failed. Frank then patted him on the back and pulled him into some joke to get rid of the atmosphere. But Mikey thought about what he had said, he came all this way, from England. To this wasteland, just to protect his sister. Mikey admired Fox for this. It was quite noble, he thought that he understood Memory a little bit more, how this situation had changed her, that she was probably just some girl trying to make her living in the world, but ends up caught up in this mess, Mikey wondered if Gerard would do the same for him, he knew that he'd do it for Gerard in a heartbeat. Mikey had only just realized how valuable family and friends are at a time like this, the thought almost gave Mikey goosebumps of how Fox thinks he can protect Memory, he was only 15 whereas Memory was a grown women. She could look after herself, but Mikey thought it was a good idea to have someone look after her. She was built up so hard and tough that she needs some assurance, because she clearly doesn't trust us. It must be tiring to keep your guard up all the time, even when it isn't necessary. Mikey tried to put himself in her shoes, but the only thing he could conclude for fact was that she had beautiful eyes.