It couldn't be. It Just couldn't be! Their rooms were exactly the same down to the cracks in the drywall. How was this possible? The chances were one in 1 million! It was like the chances of sitting a monkey down at a type writer, and that monkey writing out the complete works of William Shakespeare!

What did this mean? He seemed to really love the room, but did that mean that it was really *his* custom room?

Why was it that a few weeks previously, when Megan had gone into mind scan, had she gotten the exact same room? It had to be a mistake!

Then again… She and Lister were a lot alike. They never had very much growing up, they loved old movies, they didn't value money… If a coincidence like this was going to happen, they seemed like the right 2 people for it to happen to.

What did this mean? WHAT DID IT MEAN!!!!!

Megan sat alone on her bed. She wondered if Lister was doing the same thing.

An hour went by, then 2. Megan had millions of things to think about.

~~

Why had Megan left in such a hurry? He really didn't want her to leave! Could her quarters really be exactly the same as his? Maybe he should check it out.

Lister got up and shut his door. Megan's room wasn't very far.

Lister stood outside her door. It looked the same as his. The key hole looked the same as well. After about a minute, he finally got up the courage to knock.

There was silence for a few moments.

"Its open"

Slowly, Lister opened up the door.

Megan looked up. Lister expected her to smile. But instead, all signs of hopefulness were wiped from her face. "I thought you were one of the mechanoids."

"Oh"

There was a long silence. It was obvious Megan didn't want him there.

"I'm a little busy, Dave."

"Doing what?" She didn't appear to be doing anything.

"Can't you take a hint? A simple hint that I want to be left alone?!?!" She snapped.

Lister was surprised by that. He stepped towards the door. "I'm sorry"

"Dave, just leave."

Lister did as asked, and left the room. He didn't realize it right away, but what she had said had really gotten him upset. At first he was just surprised, then he got a little angry, then he felt hurt. That emotion seemed to take over. If it had been anybody else, he would have just stuck with angry, but it wasn't just anybody.

Lister returned to his room and buried himself in the covers. He placed his head deep in the pillow. What was going to happen next? Was he going to cry? To yell?

~~

Megan couldn't even help herself. She had only done what had come instinct!

Not in her entire life had she ever been very good at communication. She didn't know what to say to people, or how. The only things she really did know how to do was insult, and tell people off. She had to be pretty good at that to survive alone. She never had any friends. Her entire life, she was able to fool herself, and others into thinking that's what she wanted. To thinking she didn't need anybody at all. She had often been very lonely by herself, but she never trusted anybody. Not ever herself.

Megan never ever let people in. She always pushed them away. Even when people wanted to be involved in her life, she pushed them away. Why had she done that? It was because she was scared. She couldn't trust anyone. She had learned that the hard way. She had let someone in once, and it had come crashing down in her face. She hated to admit it, but she had once been in love.

***

She was 15 years old. Her aunt was getting married. Her entire family had been invited to the wedding. She didn't want to do. She had done everything she could do to get out of it, but in the end, there was nothing she could do. She was going.

Her parents had bought her a dress. To them, it was the mostly lovely thing they had ever seen. To her, it was the most hideous thing!

She had suffered through the wedding, but it was time for the reception. She had sat alone for the longest time. Finally, someone came up besides her. She had looked up, and next to her was a very handsome looking teenager. He asked her to dance, and she agreed.

They spent hours together. She found herself spilling things she had never told another living soul. She had truly thought this boy had been her soul mate.

At the end of the night, her parents said she had to go, She didn't want to leave him. She didn't have much time, she knew what she had to do.

She wasn't very experienced with human interactions, but her heart seemed to be telling her what do. She found herself grabbing his face and kissing him, and whispering into his ear that she loved him.

His eyes had widened with shock. He pushed her away. The punch bowl just happened to be right behind her. She ran into it. It flew off the table and soaked her. The crystal bowl smashed into pieces all over the floor. The entire room full of people were laughing at her. Then, the boy laughed in her face. "You are disgusting, little girl." With that he had turned and walked away.

She went home with her parents, and pretended not to be hurt, but she was. She was hurt and mortified. From that day on she never let anyone into her life.

***

It was getting very late, and Megan was very tired. She couldn't sleep. She laid awake thinking to herself about the past. She had always run away, tried to escape. Whenever anything went wrong, she was gone. She hid from everything. She hid her feelings behind her attitude. No one knew the real her. Not even her. Why had she even let Lister see as much as she had let him?

It was the strangest thing. She never let anybody into her life, yet she found herself being kind to these two strangers. What was so different about them that she had allowed herself to be happy around them, and get close to them?

Megan was more scared then ever. Was she actually letting herself get close to someone? She had never in her life let herself do that.

As she thought about Lister and began to melt. How were they were so alike? How come their personal fantasy had been the same exact thing.

Megan finally realized this was no coincidence. Her thought scared her so much, but she knew it was true… Lister and her… her and Lister… they just had to be… They had to be… Soul mates!

Megan suddenly felt very tender. He probably hated her right now. She had snapped at him, and pushed him away.

She looked up at her clock. It was 1:30. She got up. She no longer wanted to push him away. She had to apologize.