"Hi!" She said.
It was a cold, frosty morning, and she was wearing a pink
jacket over a blue turtleneck and some jeans. She looked
about 15 now.
A cold flood of memories sprayed over him as he fell into
the pool of remembering. But he pushed himself out as he
looked her over. Blue hair, blue eyes, not to mention
something really, really, familier...
"Hello," he greeted back, "I'm Kenny."
"Oh," she said, pondering a moment, "Well, then to you,
I'm Jenna."
"Oh. Ummm, nice hair."
"Is THAT all? Is that the only reason you called me here?
to compliment my hair?"
"Well, I guess it was kind of stupid." He countered. No
doubt about it, though, this person was familier, why, he
didn't know."
"You seem really familier, did you know?"
He was distracted. Remembering, and didn't answer.
"Kenny? What are you thinking about?"
"Just about the time, well, see, I used to know this girl,
Her name was Misty. But we got split up during a rocket
attack. We never saw each other again."
She sighed. "My hair wasn't always blue, you know, Ash,"
she said, and smiled.
He stared back at the smiling face. "Misty? It is you!"
"Yep, you'd better believe it!" she agreed, with a wink.
"But none of us are the same," said a voice behind her.

End part 1(?)

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