Shelby sipped her few precious drops of water quietly, watching as her friend, Herobrine, did the same. He had a faraway look in his eyes as he tipped the last of the liquid into his mouth. Shelby did the same, desperately absorbing the life giving water, but at the same time, not letting on how terribly dehydrated she was. Sitting back, she watched him as his eyes flickered through memories that she could not see. She let him think for a while before finally interrupting the silence.

"Now what are you going to do?" she asked quietly.

The man turned to her, taking a few moments to refocus on what was in front of him.

"What do you mean?" he asked quietly.

"What are you going to do with your life? What purpose do you have now that you live in this god-forsaken place?"

Upon her answer, he went silent.

"I- I don't know..." he said quietly.

Again, he was quiet, this time staring at the rock table in front of him. A pained expression grew on his face and it slowly, but surely, became angry, infuriated almost.

"I have a purpose, Ms. Johnson, and that is to kill Notch."

The girl's eyes went wide.

"Why would you want to kill him?" she whispered. Herobrine proceeded to tell her his story, how he'd been dying and his brother ditched him; he'd managed to send himself to the nether, met a ghast, saved it and then died.

Shelby stared at him, the missing chunks of his life coming together to reveal the painful story that had sculpted him into the angry man she now knew.

"Then how are you alive?" she whispered, slightly shocked.

"How do you know that I am?" he answered gravelly, unsure himself that he wasn't a zombie with his brain intact, for he sure as nether looked like it.

At this, Shelby stood up from the table and walked over to him. She put her hand on the left side of his chest and felt his heart racing, making Shelby blush slightly.

"T-that's how I know you're alive," she answered quietly, suddenly embarrassed at his reaction to her being so near. She sat down to watch him think. Herobrine involuntarily put his own, much larger, hand at the same spot.

"Huh..." he whispered." I guess you're right."

The corners of Shelby's mouth twitched faintly at the thought of terrorizing Herobrine about how his heart had thumped when she put her hand on it.

"Could you feel your own heartbeat when I put my hand over it?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face. Herobrine looked up in mild shock,

"Uhh..." he replied.

"Thought so." she said, winking slyly as she walked around the courtyard to strengthen her slowly healing leg.