The next day as the sun rose, Memory was the first one to wake up. She sat outside with a drink watching the sky get brighter and brighter. She sighed heavily as she thought about the past days, “Beautiful isn't it, morning. Its the best time to get things done. Because no one else is going to do it” spoke the familiar voice of Gerard. Memory smile at this, she loved mornings too, for a similar reason. Everyone is tried in the morning, even the bad guy has to get out of bed and brush his teeth. It gave Memory a sense of normality in this whole mess. Gerard walked closer to Memory and looked at her, the sun has just come up and was beaming on her face, making her look a little golden. But her hair looking shiny, “Memory” he sighed, it was frustrating Gerard how he can't get through to her, in a time like this, we all need to stick together, and he knew what's wrong. Gerard always does. He's that type of guy that just knows how you're actually feeling when you reply with 'fine' Gerard looked down at her boots then back up to her vacant face, which in no way paying attention to Gerard, “Talk to me. You're not happy, why not?” she tightened her lips, holding everything in. She took a deep breath, she debated with herself weather she was going to answer, but her eyes decided to speak for her as tears began to stream down her cheeks, she bowed her head ashamed for this exposure, her shoulder hunched forward and she seemed shorter this way, Gerard, didn't know what to do, he put his hand on her shoulder, “So … what's wrong … Violet?” she took in another deep breath as she got full up from crying, “Gerard” she said weakly, he listened in eagerly for this might be the moment she lets Gerard in, she wept more. The more she wept the more sad it looked, for she was this strong and tough person. But she can't keep up a front forever. That's why Gerard was here, he likes to save people. Its his reason of being. He pulled her close and hugged her, something he never thought he would ever get to achieve, her face was buried into his leather jacket, his arm cloaking her eyes from any light. As he hugged her, she felt warm inside. She felt like she wasn't under attack all the time. Like she was home, not completely, but the feeling was there brewing in her guts, “I-I'm … Gerard I-I” she tried to say, she couldn't say it because of this sudden comfort. It was over whelming her to say anything, he brought his hand up and placed it on the back of her head as he stroked her hair soothingly, she looked up at him with her tears streamed face face, feeling the most vulnerable she'd ever felt. His face was telling her that she needed him to finish her sentence in order for the warmth she felt to remain. For the warmth seemed to have spread thought her blood and gave her goosebumps, “Gerard, I'm scared” she whispered quietly. Hoping that maybe if she said it, she'd still have the warmth but if it was quiet enough Gerard might not have heard it, but he did. Almost loud and clear. He hugged her tighter, which is all he could really offer her. The sun was now at full and it was in his face, Gerard had to turn around, he tried to. But Memory saw this as a motion to go back inside, she she left, walking like a supermodel with one foot in front of the other, and stopping by the diner door to check her eyes, then talking in with her head held high. Gerard thought to himself about her. How she had finally let him in, even if it were 3 words. He kept hearing those quiet words 'Gerard, I'm Scared' this also made Gerard wonder, about the weak. The strong take care of the weak. Memory will be taking care of her brother. As soon as he saw Fox he looked weak, for he is young and impressionable and will not last without protection, but one thought lingered on Gerard's mind Who will protect the strong … when they can't be strong