Meg. Her name was Meg. Such a young, spit-fire of a girl. Always chatting. Kind of like Allan. She saw good. In me. There is no good. But she insisted. She tried to save me. She did save me. She cared for me. Such things, I thought unimaginable. But she did. MEG! My worthless life for hers. The sweetest girl that ever lived. Meg.