A/N: Continuing the flashback from last chapter. Also, to clarify: In the present Mira is asleep, dreaming this flash into the past. The incidents with Pelly, Booker and Copper were flashbacks in a flashback.

The man stared at me in silence, although I did not quite feel uncomfortable from his prying eyes. All I could do was watch his every movement, every breath, in amazement. He was... One of me, he was. And I couldn't be dreaming this, right? I mean, he's-

"That is not important for you to know. But I will say... I am someone you can trust. Whether you choose to believe those words, is your decision." He looked down at me, with a serious yet comforting look. I could feel myself growing to trust him in only mere moments. The other part of me must have though I was an idiot, but I didn't care.

"But... Humans... I feel like... You're the only one I've seen in forever..."

"I might be just as surprised as you are. Or perhaps not. Either way..." He stopped walking, surprising me, since I hadn't noticed he was still moving. With a swift movement, he clasped his hand onto my face, obscuring my vision. I grabbed for his hand, but stopped as I felt us... Falling? There was a small thud! before he removed his hand from my eyes, setting me on my feet.

We were in an unfamiliar home now, from what I could tell. A comfy looking sofa and polished wooden table were before us, the deep red curtains adorning the windows closed. Except for the one behind us, which I saw was open when I turned around.

"We came in through the window? Is that really alright?" I looked up at him, uncertainty plaguing my better judgement.

He took a quick look around, then up the stairs, and nodded his head. "No one else is here. It would seem they've left, for now. We have time."

"Time?"

He ignored my question, cutting to the chase immediately. "Why were you on the street like that? And why did I not hear word of your moving in? Where do you live?" It was like an interrogation, the questions seemingly endless.

"Whoa, calm down, I..." I lost my breath for a moment, my knees threatening to give way. He grasped my hand, pulling me up straight, then guided me to the couch, sitting us both down.

"You just talk, then. Explain everything... But don't over exert yourself, either..." He spoke, reaching for a small pouch in his pocket and dabbing a moist cloth around the cut on my face. He pressed it directly on the wound, and although he was careful, I bit my lip from the stinging sensation.

As he worked, I slowly explained to him every event that had transpired, anything I could remember, and he would nod, only asking a small question here or there while he focused. At last he was done cleaning my cut, and he sighed, at a bit of a loss. "Well... That's a tough situation... Not what I expected, not exactly..." He stood up, looking down at me. "Well then... What do you want to do now?"

I gave my reply some considerable thought before I answered him. "I... I want to go where I belong. To know where I'm supposed to be. This cannot be the place, it can't..."

The man turned away, standing still, lost in thought. "I see. You want to go to a place you don't know at all, because you think it will be better than this, since you'll 'belong'. And... You only trust me, because we are both human." He began his walk to the window, shaking his head. "Keep thinking like that, and you'll get yourself killed..."

I swallowed, a moment needed to realize that he was actually about to leave me behind. "Wait..."

He ignored my plea, continuing, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside. As if I would lose everything, all chances of freedom and even myself, if he left through that window.

"Wait...!" I stood up abruptly, running towards him and grasping his arm, anchoring him down just in time to stop him from fleeing. He seemed to glare at me for a moment, then just looked on, then back at me, as if slightly confused.

"I cannot help you more now... I merely tried to find a place for you to rest tonight." He claimed, perhaps attempting to detach my desire for him to stay with cold words. I just shook my head, over and over, my hair sticking to my cut and mopping away the tears streaming down.

"I know... I know... I..." That was all I could choke out, my voice strained from distress. He studied me for another moment, then reached his hand out to me. I flinched, and when he saw this, he was even gentler, wiping the hair away from my face.

"You... You're afraid..." He near whispered, now caressing my cheek around the cut. I just couldn't hold it in anymore, and I threw my arms around his neck, sobbing. I was afraid. I knew nothing, I had nowhere to go. The only one who had shown me kindness, was him...

He allowed me to cry for a minute, then returned the hug. So very warm, he was...

He then stood up, carrying me again. But unlike last time, he was gentle, and carried me bridal style, lying me down onto the couch.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide and expression puzzled, searching for a motive in his eyes. Holding my cheek again, he leaned down, to where our noses were almost touching, so very close...

And still, his touch, so warm... I remember it so vividly, so well, it is what I recall most out of all the memories I've garnered as of yet.

A/N (again!): Sorry, this is another really late update! I've been working on some things, including animal crossing new leaf! It's inspired me to continue with writing this fanfic, maybe tweaking it a bit even. I'm so excited that more and more of you are reading my work, it makes me determined to keep at it, and I will. I'll also be attempting to start more fanfics on other games I really enjoy, I hope you'll check those out too, if interested.

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks~!