Yume walked across the boardwalk, bouncing her heels up and down as she went. Her boobs bounced as she did. Her purple hair blew around in the wind near her hips, creating an irresistible image. Her left eye was red and her right eye was icy light blue in color. Her short shorts, skin tight against her thighs. Her belly shirt cut low, showing half her stomach and part of her chest. She didn't normally dress this way... But she knew how to get exactly what she wanted. It isn't hard for a woman with a body like hers.

She walked for miles and miles. At first, she thought maybe she was going in the wrong direction. But, as soon as she saw the sign, she grinned. It said, in big chalk letters, Ramones.

She walked into the little restaurant and smiled. In one booth there was a pink-headed boy with a little blue cat. In another was a busty brunette and a big broad-shouldered black-headed man. And in the other, a lonely little frail red-headed boy. In the very last booth, was exactly the man she had been looking for.

In that last booth was a big orange-headed boy. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were muscled. He looked up at her with his bright neony green eyes, and whispered something to his self. His torn jacket was hanging from his body, and his tattered shirt clung to hid body. He stood up, examined Yume, and waited on her to say something.

"Brady?" she asked.

"You know damn well who I am." he said sternly, eyeing her. "Let's take this...outside." he said, hinting at they were going to fight.

"You wouldn't beat up a girl would you?" she smirked, looking at him.

By now, the pink-headed boy had picked up on what was being said. He listened intently.

"How about... You sit down, I sit down, and we talk about this like grownups." she said with a sly smirk. The man grunted, then sat, trying not to draw any attention towards them. "Now," Yume said, "about that ke-"

"You're not getting my key!" the man boomed, slamming his fist on the table. "You're not!"

"Now, now, Brady," she said, grinning again, "let's calm down a bit."

"No." he said again, less loudly but more sternly.

"Brady," she began as she slowly ran her manicured finger up his leg, "we both know that key belongs to me." she said.

The man shuddered before opening his mouth the refuse again.

"Give the pretty lady her damn key, already." the pink-headed boy said.

The man got up. As Yume got up to stand in his way, he shoved her to the ground, where she hit her head. The man grabbed the pink-headed boy's table and threw it on top of her.

She babbled for a little bit, and squirmed trying to get the table off of her, but she was pinned there. She mumbled a little bit more before the man grabbed her by the throat and picked her up. "Are you ever gonna shut up?" he screamed in her face. When he did so, spit flew from his mouth onto her face. Her tightened his grip, and rammed her head into the floor a couple times until she bled. She mumbled something else, and then the man stomped on her stomach, making her vomit blood. And that was the last thing Yume remembered...