<b>Alissa Müller <br/>
Location : Home Alissa and Tristan share<br/>
Time: 9am<br/>
Mood Music: Nythan Sykes- over and over again <br/>
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</div></b><br/>Alissa looked up as Tristan barged into her room, carrying a box of, by smell of it pastries, clearly trying to get back in her good books, even though the powered sugar on his clothes told her he already ate some. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned the redheaded tramp from last night, he only liked her because she looked like..... Nevermind.<br/><br/>He finally noticed her packing,she didn't stop het packing but did glance up from her packing up at him.<b>"No, I am not packing, WE are. Go get your stuff, we have a flight to catch." </b>Remembering he really had no idea what the hell was going on she paused, looking at him.<br/><br/><b>"Tris, sit down." </b>She wasn't sure how to really approach this, a mind was such a fragile thing. There was a reason she never attempted to restore his memories. How do you break that kind of news to someone without coming across as a nut or completely overwhelming them. So she decided to start with the unenviable first question<b>"We are going back to the island we spend a great deal of our childhood on, training to become super heroes. Just like our parents used to be." </b>She gave that a few seconds to sink in.<b><i>"</i>Things happened, and it became unsafe for us to be us, so our mother wiped our memories. But now we need to go back"</b><br/><br/>To drive it home she was really not just kidding around she lifted a pair of sunglasses of the table then levitated it towards her.