She didn't remember her named. She had never really had one.
They had called her Random, among other things. She liked that. It sounded so much like her life. They had called her that because she would never show up in the right place at the right time. It was a joke she had never found funny.
"They" were a conglomeration of everyone at Holy Heaven Orphanage. Random thought of them all as one large being, when she thought of them at all.
She had lived there until she was sixteen, then she had left. Simply walked out one day, nearly two years ago, hoping her life would be better outside of the iron gates. She was wrong, but she tried not to think about it.
Random decided that last night didn't rank anywhere near the top of her best decisions list, and could probably find a sky-rise home on the counterpart list. Spending the better part of the night searching for green space ships with a severely mad man was just not something Random could be proud of. Dragging his passed out ass home was another thing altogether.
She was standing in his kitchen now, piecing together left over food into something that in no way resembled breakfast. She didn't even know exactly who he was.
Random heard the pad of bare feet enter the living room, felt the stare of sleepy eyes on her. She looked up and smiled. "I made breakfast."
"Breakfast?" He looked at her, coming closer. "You made breakfast?"
"Yes."
"From what? All that was in there was a cold pizza."
"Well, yes. I didn't say it was traditionally." Random served a few slivers of peeled off, washed and warmed pepperoni. She added a piece of scrapped off crust to the plate and handed it to the man.
"I see." He sniffed it. "Did you say it was edible?"
Random picked at a piece of pepperoni. She was having serious doubts about it's edibility herself. "We could always eat out."
"I don't feel like eating out." He tapped the crust against the plate. "We could order a pizza."
"I don't feel like pizza."
"Yes. Indeed. I know!" He tossed the plate into the trash. "We could eat out!"
"I already suggested that." Random looked at the good plate laying in the trash. Shrugging, she let hers join it.
"Yes, well… I wanted to be the one to ask you." He smiled, a smile that could have easily passed for a grin. "My name is Ford Prefect."
"Ford?"
"Yes."
"Prefect?"
"Indeed."
"Interesting." She offered her hand. "I'm Random."