Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles or their lyrics. This song just struck me. I also own nothing that belongs to the Tribe not the characters or places or anything about them.

There are places I remember, In my life though some have changed. Some forever not for better. Some have gone though some remain.

Salene heard those words played on the cassette and thought to herself "How true that really is. I wonder if they realized how this world would change in just a few months?"

And indeed it had. Salene's life had turned upside down with the loss of Pride, her sobriety, and her home wrapped into just a few months. Now the news she was pregnant overwhelmed her. She was lost…so lost and afraid of facing the world alone. Now she was back at the mall walking through the empty hallways. She found Mouse's old cassette player and had put it on the table in the café. The music seemed to drift through all the rooms as she visited them one by one.

All these places have their moments. With lovers and friends I still can recall. Some are dead and some are living.

She could still see Siva standing in Lex's room holding a pair of shrunken pants with a confused look on her face. Then she walked a little further to the room that Charlie and mouse Shared. She could still see them sitting on the bed whispering to one another planning new mischief to get into. Farther yet was the room she wanted to enter the most the room she and Pride shared. As she walked inside and saw the bed hanging crooked from a rope that had been broken. She could see herself and Pride sitting there together making the tape that talked about eating Charlie and Mouse. She remembered the looks on their faces.

In my life I've Loved them all.

And she did. Lord did she ever. She thought she could still feel him in this room. This was the only place she could feel him. Hawk had once told her that he was in the trees, the sky, and the earth. She didn't believe that. He was a mallrat. As much as he would deny it, he was still a mallrat. His heart was here. Out of habit she began tidying up. She picked up the clothes and books that were scattered on the floor and repaired the broken rope on the bed. She started to fold the clothes and put them back into the closet. She wanted this room to remain the same, the sanctuary it was to both of them. A retreat from the angry world outside.

But of all these friends and lovers. There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning. When I think of love as something new.

His love was new to her. It was a kind and gentle love. It was fresh as a new spring day, born of innocence and friendship. Not from the world outside. She picked up his favorite shirt and held it close to her. She could still smell his scent on it. Tears stung her eyes.

Though I know I'll never lose affection. For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them. In my life I love you more.