Quorra's P.O.V.

Lights are off. Outside is dark. Only the moon shows interest in lighting up the room for me. Sam sleeps, wanting some sleep before he goes to work in the morning. What time did he say he left? 8:30? But he did say he was taking me with again.

My mind races too much. When I close my eyes, I start to think of something else, and it causes me to not let me sleep. I pull my blanket onto my stomach more and close my eyes once again. My breathing starts to slow, my thoughts go away. All gone, nothing left to think about.

I sit up straight and look at the clock. Its 7:55 A.M. Jeez, it only seems like I was asleep for a few minutes. My eyes feel groggy and I rub them. I hear someone walk out in the living room. I turn around to see Sam fully dressed and grabbing something from the fridge.

"You're up," Sam says. I nod and stand up.

"What time are you leaving?" I ask. Sam looks at the clock and then turns towards me.

"Right now, actually. Want to come with?"

I think for a moment, imagining going to work with him. I imagine myself getting in the way of everything, not knowing what to do with myself.

"Um, I don't think so," I say finally. Sam looks at me and sighs a little bit.

"Why don't you want to come with?" Sam asks with thoughtful eyes.

I say, "Because I'll be in the way." He shakes his head no and opens the door.

"Let's go."

I follow Sam outside and he gets on the motorcycle first. I get on after him and he takes off. The wind isn't too bad today, only hitting my face softly as we swing around a corner. We hit a stoplight and Sam turns his attention to his right.

Two police cars sit there at the side of the road with their lights flashing. A car sits in front of them; the side of it smashed it. Another car is in front of where the smash is. Glass surrounds the cars, showing off a faint reflection of the sky. Soon, an ambulance comes to the side of the road. A body is taken out of the car that is smashed on the side. His head bleeds, and a little girl is taken out of the passenger seat.

Green light.

Sam takes off once again, unfazed by the incident at the side of the road. We soon reach ENCOM and Sam stops the motorcycle. I climb off and then so does Sam. He leads me inside the large building. Everyone greets Sam and then greets me quietly. He once again leads me into the large room with the glass table in the middle. Alan sits in there and he walks up to us.

"Glad to see you two here!" He exclaims. This guy is really enthusiastic.

"Thanks, Alan," Sam says. He takes a seat and then pulls up the one next to him. I sit down and Sam start to talk.

I sit there, bored out of my mind. I don't pay attention to what they say. They mostly talk about the marketing of ENCOM, and how Sam sort of ruined it when he put the master key on the Internet. They talk about what they can do to get the pricings back. And after that, I start to zone out.

Later, I check Sam's watch. It's about 11:30 A.M. Sam gets up and so do I.

"How about we get home? You look a little tired," Sam says. I nod a little and follow him out.

"Come up with some good ideas," Alan says to Sam. He shakes his hand, and then shakes mine.

Sam leads me out and we walk outside. He says, "So, did you see the crash?"

"That car crash that we past by on the way here?" I ask, trying to jog my memory. Sam nods and I quickly remember the crash that we went past. "Oh, yeah."

"They should be fine," Sam says.

"The guy's head was bleeding. From the looks of it, a pretty bad head injury. Maybe just a concussion." The facts pour out of me. I remember Kevin teaching me about medical injuries. Maybe the easiest thing I learned from him.

"Um, yeah, maybe," Sam says. I laugh a little and climb on the motorcycle after Sam does.

When we pass by the scene, and the two cars are still there. The ambulance is gone now, taking care of the victims of the crash. The glass still lays there, the faint reflection still there.

Soon, we are home one again. I start inside and take a seat on the couch. My head aches a little and I massage my temples. I slump on the couch and close my eyes. My head hurts even more when I close my eyes.

"Do you want something to eat, Quorra?" Sam asks me.

"No thanks," I say. Sam turns to me and sits on the arm of the couch.

"Are you feeling okay?" His eyes look me up and down, trying to detect anywhere that looks hurt.

I say, "Yes, just a small headache." Sam nods and heads to the kitchen. He comes back with a glass of water and one small pill.

"Take this. It will clear the headache." I nod and take the pill. "You should probably eat something. Or at least get something to drink.

After a few moments, I finally sigh and say, "Fine. Could you get me a glass of water?"

"No problem." Sam gets up and walks to the kitchen. He grabs a glass and pours some water into it. He gives me the glass, but I just hold it in my hand. Sam looks at me a bit sternly and I sigh and begin to drink the cool water. "Not so bad now was it?" I give him a playful push and he laughs.

I look at the clock on the wall. Its 12:10 P.M. Sam yawns and gets up from the arm of the couch. He says, "I'm going to take a nap. Make yourself comfortable."


Sam's P.O.V.

I roll over in bed and rub my tired eyes. I look at the clock, which reads 3:50 P.M. Jeez, I slept for a while. I get up and walk to the living room. I look on the couch, expecting to see Quorra there. But all I see is her blanket there. "Quorra!" I yell. There isn't an answer. I walk outside to see Quorra sitting on the sidewalk. She places her hand in the water, running it back and forth.

"Sam!" She says. Quorra pats the ground next to her and I sit next to her. "I've never felt water before. It's so . . . smooth."

"What are you doing out here?" I ask. Quorra looks up at me and rubs her face.

"My headache won't go away, so I thought sitting outside would help it get better." I nod my head and feel her forehead. "What are you doing?"

I say, "Trying to see if you have a fever. And your forehead isn't too warm. It might be the weather change." Quorra cocks her head in confusion, but shrugs it off. "Why don't you come inside? You can take a nap." She nods and follows me inside.

A big rush of wind hits us, knocking Quorra into me. I catch her and her face immediately goes red. She says, "Sorry!"

"It's alright," I say. Quorra continues to follow me inside and steps away from me. The gap between us now feels lonely.


Author's Note:

I don't-sob- own Tron.

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