It was 2-D who first noticed the change in the young woman's behavior. Not long after moving into 212 Wobble Street, he noticed that Noodle wasn't acting like Noodle. He had given her a bowl of cereal that she just stared at. She didn't eat it, just stared, pushing it around with the spoon. She didn't say a word to him, either, which was odd, as she always greeted him with a happy "Morning, 2-D!" when she met him for breakfast.

He also took note of how she looked. Noodle cared a lot about looking half decent before she faced anyone. But on that day she didn't seem to care. Her hair was messy, sticking out in every direction, and she still had her over sized shirt and pajama pants on. She also wasn't wearing make up, and he could only tell because the scarring around her right eye was visible. Something she always covered up for whatever reason.

"You feelin' awlrigh', love?" He asked, but only received a side glance for a response. "I only ask cause you look a lil..." He tried to think of a way to say it without offending her. "Uh, a lil off."

Noodle's eyes shifted from him back to the bowl of now soggy mush in front of her. She had a spoonful of the gross looking milk and Shreddies paste, then pushed the bowl away and stood. Something in her eyes was making 2-D worry. He didn't quite know what it was, but he knew the guitarist never had that look before.

"You should ea' a lil more, Noods." He stated with concern.

She licked her lips, dumped the paste into the sink, and left the kitchen. The singer shuddered, knowing he would have to deal with scooping that gross mush out of the sink. Maybe she was just having an off day, even happy people have those. For the time being, he was satisfied with that answer.

Murdoc was the only other person to see her that same day, and when he did it was probably 11:00 PM. He had come home from the pub that night, and found Noodle sitting on the stairs playing her old Nintendo DS. The only source of light was coming from the small handheld game, until Murdoc turned the lights on. This caused Noodle to flinch as her eyes adjusted to the florescent light.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Murdoc questioned as he walked over to her. Her nose scrunched up at the smell of alcohol and smoke coming from the bassist. He took the game from her and turned it off. "Go to bed, love."

Noodle's response to this was a whine of protest. Incidentally, that had been the first sound she made all day. Murdoc rubbed his forehead in annoyance, and grabbed her by the arm. "C'mon." He growled. She didn't fight him, but she didn't willingly start walking up the stairs either, so he was left with dragging her by the arm. If it was hurting her, she wasn't saying anything.

"Why are you making this so hard?" He grunted. "Satan, why are you so damn heavy?!"

Noodle's face changed for just a moment, then she stood and walked to her room. The satanist was confused, but at least she was going without a fight now. He shook it off as teenage angst and headed towards his own room, then he remembered Noodle was twenty-three now. Did teenage angst last past teenage years? He didn't know, and he wasn't going to bother looking into it.

Noodle had always been weird in his eyes. It wasn't just the fact she arrived in a box, or turned out to be some kind of soldier, either. Everything about the girl confused him. Of course, he never really connected with her like 2-D and Russel did. He was more like the drunk uncle that would secretly give her bottles of beer to drink when they were alone. Not really someone to confide in. He still cared, but he knew he ruined a chance at any good relationship with her after El Manana.

Either way, he still felt a little worried. It was unnerving to see her just sitting in the dark. She was normally in bed by 10:00, and he only knew this from checking in on her from time to time. She almost never broke routine unless there was something important, and as much as Noodle loved her games, they weren't all that important. After a moment, Murdoc decided to chalk it down to she had a bad dream and was playing her game to take her mind off it. That didn't explain why she choose to sit on the stairs, but it was the best answer his half drunk mind could think up.

The two had hoped the odd behavior would just last for a day or two, and soon she'd be back to her normal self. That's what they expected. Noodle never stayed upset for too long, so she should've been back to smiling and laughing by the end of the week.

Now it was almost two weeks after the behavior started, and Noodle's attitude hadn't changed. She still wasn't talking, she didn't play her guitar, she didn't eat (or if she did they never saw), and she never left her room unless she had to use the bathroom. Well, that wasn't completely true. Every now and then she went out and did God knows what for few hours, but whenever she came back it was straight to her room.

2-D awoke one night to the sound of someone in the kitchen. The singer had fallen asleep in the living room by accident, and when he could fully understand what he was hearing, he got nervous. Was someone in the house? Oh no, he'd have to fight some intruder wouldn't he? He didn't want to do that! Quietly, he tip toed over to the kitchen and peered in, only to discovered the sound was Noodle, rummaging through the fridge for food.

She was bathed in the light of the fridge, eating a cold slice of pizza. From what he could tell, she look like a mess. Her hair seemed matted, stuck out in whatever way it wanted to go, and as he got closer he could see how pale her face was.

He flipped the kitchen light on. "Noodle?" The guitarist jumped a bit, then looked at him with wide eyes. She blinked, dropping whatever was left of the pizza slice and spitting what was in her mouth out into a trashcan. 2-D frowned. "You don' have to stop ea'in' jus' cause I'm here."

She didn't offer a response, instead she shut the fridge and started to grinding her teeth together. The singer recognized the anxious behavior, it was something she did a lot as a child. It usually only happened when she felt she was going to get in trouble. But he didn't understand why she was doing it now. He wouldn't scolded her for eating at night, she was probably starving.

He picked up the pizza slice and handed it too her. "You haven' been ea'in' a whole lo', have you, love?" She let out a heavy sigh through her nose, and took the slice back, starting to eat slowly, cautiously. It was strange, she usually ate like a starved animal. "Noodle, wha's goin' on wif you?" She gave a short shrug, taking another bite of the pizza. "Love, please tell me. You can' jus' starve yourself for no reason."

Noodle shifted her weight from foot to foot, and decided she was done with the half eaten pizza slice. She walked passed 2-D, and tossed it in the trash. She ignored him when he tried calling her back, and went right to her room, leaving the singer alone in the kitchen. He was felt a mix of emotions, none of them were good.

Why was she doing this to herself? She didn't need to lose any weight. This was much more than simple 'teen/young adult angst' or an 'off day' as the boys had originally thought. He was starting to get worried if they didn't find the source of this problem she was going to end up dead.