A/N: A second chapter. I'm not sure exactly how many chapters this will be exactly, but I'm sure it'll be enough to fit the story as it's written. Sorry that it's been a while, but here it is! Finally! I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter Two: In Which A Friendship Is Awkwardly Made

The morning that she made her way to the address she had recieved in the email, Sally awoke early, her stomach filled with a sense of dread. It was almost as though, although deeply excited by the prospect of meeting others who thought like her, she was terrified of the very idea. Which was understandable, after all, she had no way of proving that the email she received had actually come from the Bohemians, for all she knew it could have been an elaborate plan from Globalsoft to root out any who could cause trouble, and to diminish the slowly growing, but growing all the same, groups of Bohemians that were popping up all around Planet Mall. So it was with apprehension that she set out, telling her mother she was going shopping, to the address she had received.

The path towards the address was quiet, because, of course, no one wanted to be seen going near the boundary fence. It was considered to be one of the highest society taboos there was, and it made Sally all the more glad that she was heading that way. She had always wanted to wander this way, but had never really had an excuse before. She kept her head down on the way there, catching no one's eyes and making sure not to bump into anyone, should anyone actually pass her.

When she finally reached the address she was only a little put out by what she saw. It was an old building, joined on to two similar at either side of it, with faded signs hanging from its walls, giving off a sense of lost grandness. Above an empty space, a space which obviously had been filled but whatever had filled it was ripped down, there was a sign. Sally frowned, trying to read it out, the dirt both on and surrounding it making it hard to do so. "T … e … Do … in … T …. at …" she read hesitantly, the words completely unfamiliar to her. The building had a feeling to it, something decidedly pleasant compared to the starched quality everywhere else had. She looked over, and on seeing on of the ways empty, the door ripped off its hinges, she decided to throw caution to the wind, and entered the old building.

The inside of the building hinted at the same grandness the whole building did, but there was something else about it, Sally noticed, something deeper than that. When she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swept up in her imaginings, she could feel a … a … a vibe running throughout the whole place, ingrained in the very dirt of the building itself. She wasn't quite sure what this vibe really was, but she enjoyed imaging that it was there, that there was something more than just the plain boring old world in which she had to live.

She walked further into the building, coming to another set of doors. These ones were a little stuck, and it took some effort from Sally to get the open, creating a very loud crashing noise, which echoed all around the building. She stepped into the room, seeing many spaces, and chairs thrown to the side. Whatever had happened here, it hadn't happened peacefully. She walked through the room, avoiding tripping or falling over the chairs, looking around with curiosity. Despite herself, Sally liked this place, and wished to know more about it, and what had caused it to come to this state of being. She moved around more, unaware that she was being watched.

"Let's get her!" A harsh voice called out across the room, causing Sally to jump and turn. Across the room, glaring at her furiously, was a tall, blonde female, dressed in a dark leather corset and possibly the small pair of shorts that Sally had ever seen. On her feet were huge boots, boots that when Sally saw them, she immediately wanted them for her own. "She's obviously a spy!" the female yelled, attracting the attention of the two guys that accompanied her. The taller of the guys, who was well built and looked terrifying but at the same time moved gracefully through the scattered seats was the first to reach her. He looked down at her with a frown, before turning to yell at the woman.

"Meat! Come on, she's just a kid," the man yelled, "barely older than the Dreamer," he pointed to the other male, a tall, skinny looking pale skinned teenager, with dark hair, who Sally couldn't help but stare at, as he had a presence around him that made it hard to tear your eyes away. The Dreamer, as he had been named, glared at the man, thought playfully, not really meaning the anger a glare implied.

"I'm not a kid Brit," he drawled, "I just happen to be younger than you," he grinned, before turning to face Sally. "Hey, sorry about Brit's rudeness," he said to her, "we try to keep him out of view of the public," he joked, still grinning.

"Ah, always the charmer ain't ya Dreamer?" Brit laughed, before turning to see the blonde woman, Meat, behind him. "See look, it's a kid. Musta got the email ya sent out Meat." He suggested, looking back at Sally who nodded.

"I got the email," she said, in a soft voice quite unlike her own, before coughing and trying again, her voice coming out in its natural way when she did. "I mean, I got it, so I came, 'cause that's what it suggested I did," she shrugged, before thinking over something which Brit had said "Dreamer…" she turned to the one they had called Dreamer, "Are you… the Dreamer?" she asked, remembering tales her father had told her about how the Dreamer would save the world.

"The one and only," the guy smiled, "but I'd prefer it if you called me Galileo Figaro," he said. Sally scoffed slightly at the name.

"Nice name," she muttered, causing Galileo to beam.

"Thank you," he said to her, turning to Brit with a look that suggested they had argued about his name before. Brit rolled his eyes, turning to talk quietly to Meat. Sally looked over at Galileo.

"I wasn't being serious," she said, her tone mocking him. His face fell. "Mind if I shorten it?" she asked, having already decided to shorten it, whether he let her or not. Galileo frowned.

"I suppose … Galileo would be," he began, speaking slowly as if not understanding why someone would want to shorten his name. He liked his name, he thought it suited him very it. He was Galileo Figaro, so why should he be called anything else?

"So, Gazza," Sally said quickly, smirking slightly, "what is this place?" she asked, gesturing at the room around them. "It's so … old," she said, "so … not plastic." Sally finished with a frown on her face, unable to find the words to describe the room she was in. It was as though the words didn't exist, that they were there once upon a time but had since gone.

"Well," Galileo started, slightly put off by the girl's nick-name for him. Behind him, Meat and Brit were sniggering lightly. "Erm, we t-think that it's w-what used to be called a theatre," he said slowly, stuttering slightly with embarrassment. "They used to be used be used for … erm …" he trailed off, turning to Brit and Meat. Meat stepped forward.

"What Dreamer Boy is trying to say is that we don't know what they were used for hen," she said looking slightly annoyed with her words. "But they feel important," she shrugged. "So we like bein' here … sor' o' a memorial type thing."

"I get that," Sally nodded, smiling slightly at the blonde. "Like you want to remember," she continued, nodding again, "because someone's got to." Brit stared at her, his own smile growing soft at her words.

"She's one of us," he said, his voice sounding exceptionally loud despite the fact that in reality it was no louder than that of a whisper. Meat nodded, grinning madly, obviously agreeing with Brit's words. "She gets it, she's gotta be."

"Looks a bit like Eddie," Meat added, giving Sally a once over study. Galileo frowned, looking at Sally more closely.

"A lot like Eddie," he added, stepping nearer the girl, who stepped away with slight caution.

"Who the 'ell is Eddie?" she snapped, before pausing and frowning. " … My dad … he was called Edward, but … he got called Eddie … " she said, shrugging lightly. "He was a thinker. Kept telling me tales of how the world used to be so colourful, and how the Dreamer," she paused, a slight tinge of red appearing in her cheeks, dropping her head to face the ground, "how the Dreamer would save us all." Galileo beamed for a moment, before his smile faltered, and he looked away in embarrassment.

Meat came over beside Sally, wrapping her arm around the girl's shoulder. "Tha' sounds like our Eddie alright," she said kindly, "which means your definitely one o' us," she grinned. "Bohemian by birth." Sally turned her head to make eye contact with Meat, bursting into her own grin on seeing the blonde's.

"Fantastic," she beamed, feeling a spark of happiness making its way around her. It was as though she had found that little thing that had been missing, that explanation that told her why she was the way she was, a thinker and not as shallow as the rest of the world.

"She needs a name then, if she's coming with us," Brit said, leading the group towards the doors they had entered from. "Ed'll be pleased, seeing his kid again. Always did rave on about her," he continued, a bounce in his step. It was always like this when they found a new Bohemian, it was a cause of happiness, a reason to celebrate.

"Aye, but 'e'll be panicking as well," Meat laughed, "Ye know wha' he gets like when Macca hits on the younger ones, gonna be ten times worse when it's his own kid," she pointed out. Brit laughed, nodding as he agreed.

Galileo said nothing, but he glanced sideways at Sally. She was … he wasn't sure how to describe her. She wasn't the obvious supermodel style beauty that those brought up in the GaGa society seemed to be, but he had never like that tall, blonde and tanned look. While thinking this he glanced up at Meat, who was tall, blonde, but was pale, and filled with a spirit that no GaGa could ever hope to possess. He found it slightly odd that he had never considered Meat more than a sister, but he supposed it was because she had always acted like a big sister towards him. He looked back at Sally, mentally appraising her. She was … again he couldn't find the right word, but he liked it, whatever it was.

"Wait, are we going … there now?" Sally asked, a worried tone to her voice. Galileo looked at her with confusion.

"Well, yeah," he frowned, "don't you want to leave GaGa land forever?" he asked her. Meat and Brit also looked at her with slight confusion, unable to understand why she had stopped in her tracks.

"I do, I really, really, really, do," Sally assured them, before her face fell slightly. "But … my mother, and my sister … " she started, stopping only as she was unsure how to continue. Meat nodded, understanding the need to have closure with the family ties.

"You dinnae need at come wi' us right now," she assured Sally, "but maybe ye should get yer name the now, just so ye now yer always welcome," she sounded out, smiling when Sally nodded almost shyly in response. "So … whit name do we give you … " she muttered, thinking it over.

Galileo continued to look at Sally, names rushing to the front of his mind, one standing out above all the others as being perfect for this girl. "Scaramouche."

Sally looked out. "Scaramouche?" she asked, Galileo nodding in response. "Scara … mouche," she sounded out, trying the name on. "I like it, it's … sort anarchic." Meat nodded in agreement.

"Very rock'n'roll, suits ye," she assured the newly named Scaramouche, who seemed to be standing a little taller than she had a moment previously. Truth be told, the name did make her feel a little freer, as though she had escaped what had confined her. While Sally was bound by the rules of society, Scaramouche wasn't.

"Course it does," Scaramouche grinned back, "it's who I am after all."