Her porcelain face coated with worry shone through all the darkness as the man opened his eyes. Her face was the first thing he saw. Then it was the blue rose.

The pain had gone away and his body felt as light as a feather.

"Thank you, stranger. You got my rose back for me." There was an initial distrust toward the small girl who was stuck in the world with him, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. "Oh! You must be one of the people from the gallery just like me!"

She nodded. He smiled. There was something rejuvenating about her, something that made his dampened spirits burst with new enthusiasm.

"Eve." The girl spoke softly and politely. So ladylike and so filled with a childish youth. It was something the man hadn't dealt with in a long time. "That's my name; Eve."

"Ah... Garry. Garry's the name. Nice meeting you, Eve." The smile wouldn't come off his face. There was just something about the girl that he liked, something that she sparked somewhere deep within. He wanted to protect this mysterious girl who was like an angel that came from heaven to save me, and he was willing to do anything to guarantee her safety. It was etched in their first meeting, in her wary, singular, lovable eyes.