Lost in a Memory
He had seen her. She was a vision from their past; an old friend long gone. He took a step forward and blinked. She vanished, disappearing with the strange, familiar scent of pudding and cigarette smoke into the scorching desert.
She was smiling, but she always smiled. She seemed happy. It gave him a bit of hope. She had been ripped from them by a stray bullet, another causualty in a stranger's war. It was unfair. She had deserved a better fate.
"Vash?" asked a greying Meryl. "Is something wrong?"
"Nah," he replied. "Just thought I saw something."
Yeah, I edited this so it hopefully made a bit more sense. Vash saw Milly's ghost. I have a bad habit of being incredibly and confusingly vauge.