"Get up!" He said with a shove.

Her eyes opened in surprise before warily darting to look at the man who woke her. The Drifter with his gray hair sat patiently staring into her eyes with an all too familiar sort of emotionless face, but, she was sure there was some certain emotion she could not identify on his face. "Did I oversleep?" She wondered wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"No, not really. You never set a certain time to wake so you could not have overslept or underslept." He replied as he stood surveying the land. "I saw the town."

"You did?" She wondered as she jumped to her feet. "How far away?"

"This got me pissed as Hell when I saw it." Jet led her to the other side of the rock and to her surprise the town was about ten feet from it. "How could I have missed it?" He muttered. Must have been too cold to think he figured.

"So, let's go then." She gave a smile and began for the town when he snatched her wrist stopping her. She looked to his serious face. "What is it?"

"First, you should clean up your mess back there." Jet commented. "Second, if we're going to be some, stupid 'team' or something you're supposed to stick with me and visa versa. You don't start running off like that."

She bowed her head and stared at the ground like a kid who was scolded by their parent. She had acted like some stupid novice. "You're right, I must have just gotten really excited." She hurried back to camp and packed up her belongings.

"I want to go ahead a little. Not into the town, I just want to scout it out from outside. I don't want to be killed." Jet stated and turned away only to be choked, and then fall on the ground as Virginia had snatched one of his scarves. He stood back up in an infinite anger. "What was that for?" He roared.

"You said we should stick together." She sternly reinforced with a smile.

"Well, yeah, but, this is a sort of one person thing." He brushed off his clothes. "I MEANT that we should stick together when it comes to entering the town."

"Oh."

"Right, so, I'll be right back." He turned away, but stopped keeping his back to her. "You...should be careful. You never know what may happen." He warned and began for the area to the town's right.

She smiled watching him leave. It had been too long since she had anyone travel with her. She told Jet that last night. She felt stronger though with him her. When there was more than one person she knew that together they can prevail where one would fail. Jet did make up for the majority of her weaknesses, and she made up for his.

A slight pause in her actions came as she folded her blanket—the last thing she had to clean up. She felt like there was something about to happen. She was not sure what though. A gust of wind came through and she looked at the red sun above and the black sky. She could now see far better than yesterday when she got here. Her eyes must have adjusted for the light difference.

Just as she was about to take in a breath she heard a shuffle. It was followed by a slight cling that could only come from two small metal items hitting each other. It was not Jet. She turned with ARMs aimed at the head of the one behind her...only to find a woman her age who stepped back in shock and fear.

The young woman was a redhead with long hair tied into two ponytails. Her skin pale and like porcelain. Wardrobe was not too different than that of what Virginia or any other woman would wear and it's color though was black which was the only odd part. Not many wore black in the desert. No, you wear light colored and light weight clothing there. The woman's wide cerulean eyes were met by Virginia's own.

Virginia put down her ARMs and slowly put them back into her holsters. "W-Wh-Who are you?" She stammered.

The woman calmed herself. "One should say their own when wishing an introduction."

"I'm Virginia Maxwell, and you are?"

"Emma. Emma Freya Warner." The woman replied in a controlled voice.

"Do you live in Lamuria?" Virginia wondered.

"Do I?"

"That's what I'm asking."

"Y'know, I can't quite recall where I was born."

"Well, good, but I asked where you live, and not where you were born." Virginia suddenly felt returning her hands to her ARMs, but did not.

"Virginia." Jet stepped back on the scene. "I-"He stopped as he caught sight of Emma.

"Jet." Emma simply said. Jet let out an 'Erk' and in his eyes it looked like he was shot. Then, he calmed.

"You know one another?" Virginia wondered.

Emma nodded. "Oh yes. Very well so, right Jet?"

"What?" Jet mumbled as his hand shook, but, in all actuality, it was not. It seemed like it only violently shook in his eyes. "I..I," Jet stammered.

"Are you okay Jet?" Virginia wondered with curious eyes.

Jet looked into Emma's eyes finally, and then he became calm. "Yeah, I'm just fine Virginia." Jet simply said in a tone that seemed colder than the night before. "Yes, I do know her. She's Emma. My girlfriend."

Virginia did not flinch. Why had he not told her? That he had a girlfriend. Then, Virginia noticed her hand was a fist and opened it so It was not. "Is that right?" Jet nodded as Emma giggled and joined Jet grabbing his hand. "You didn't bother to tell me about her. Where was she last night?"

"I just got here." Emma stated.

"Yeah, I didn't know she came." Jet agreed.

Virginia raised a brow. It took her a whole day to get here. Did Emma walk in the cold of the night? She did not look a bit tired or suffering from hypothermia or frostbite. "So, what did you find Jet?" Virginia asked coolly.

"What do you mean?" Jet wondered.

"You went to go scout ahead."

"Right. There was nothing. We should just go into town." Jet replied and walked away with Emma. Virginia jumped forward and snatched his scarf again. "What is wrong with you?" He questioned.

"You said that we should stick together. Why are you walking away like that?" She questioned with furious eyes every so often glancing at the calm Emma.

"Oh? Did I say that? I guess I forgot."

"That's not like you Jet."

"Can't I forget something every so often? There's a lot of thoughts that go through my mind. I can't recall everything." Jet simply says swiping his scarf from her hand. "Now, let's go."

Virginia hesitantly watched after as Jet and Emma walked ahead. Was the arrival of his girlfriend the thing that was making him weird? She had no idea who this Emma was anyway. Still, she followed after as they headed into the town through the stone gate. The buildings were like a wall around the town and went at least three stories up. As they entered the homes in the middle were much smaller and only single-story. Strange enough, and to Virginia's surprise—but not Jets'—there were people living in the city and wandering about. Virginia was about to grab Jet's hand and pull him out of town with her, but Jet turned at that time and Emma was thrown in her way. She found that bizarre to happen right then.

"Virginia, we should split up and take a look around town." Jet simply said in a monotone voice.

"No."

"No?"

"Right, again, we should stick together. We're foreign in this place and I'm not getting in trouble without having backup." Virginia sternly replied.

"It's only a town Virginia. Everything will be fine." It was meant to sound encouraging, but from Jet it sounded the same as any other thing he would say. It was not persuasive at all. That tone was not in his voice.

"No!" Virginia sternly said and in an instance snatches his hand up that was not blocked by Emma. A thoughtless action on her part. "Now, don't make me have to tie you and I together. I will say again, we are not splitting up."

"Fine." He relented. Usually he would groan a bit too. He did not.

"This place is so big. Where do we start?" Virginia wondered.

"This way." He simply said and tug on her arm forcefully and led her away. Emma taking Jet's other side. Now Virginia regretted letting Jet look like a ladies man by taking his hand. "Here." He stopped outside a building with a sign that would suggest it a shop.

"What's here? Why stop here Jet?" She wondered.

"Because." He simply said and led her in.

The place was small and packed. Not by people, but by merchandise. Covering the room was various vases and the like. There were large mirrors and this is the area that Jet sped up and Virginia lost his hand. The next thing she knew she was all alone in the shop.

"Jet?" She muttered. She saw him nowhere in the shop—despite even how cluttered it was she could still tell she was the only person in there aside from the woman at the register.

Feeling incredibly cold and alone she simply sat down in a chair that was on sale nearby and fought off the anxious trembling in her hand. She could not get a straight thought at the moment. She was lost it seemed. At least it felt like she was in her mind. And, she wanted to know where Jet was. He seemed so careless walking in here. Was...his intention to ditch her here in the first place by coming in here?