<span style="color: #BFBFFF">Hearing footsteps coming down the gravel path behind her, Nyah darted her gaze about quickly, for a place to hide. The anticipation that had built within her, broke suddenly into confusion, and she wasn't about to be caught somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. Feeling like a miserable coward in the dimming light of day, she pressed herself up against the thick trunk of a tree and spent some time just watching the goings on around the camp.<br/><br/>The figure of a man wandered past her vantage point, and somehow, she felt a keen sense of familiarity, like his name hovered just out of the reaches of cognition. Some minutes after that, a woman, pulling her jacket off as she went by a hidden Nyah. Again, that uncanny sense of knowing-but-not-knowing, assaulted Nyah's consciousness. Who <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">were</span></span> these people? She decided to attempt to find out, before making any decisions, because despite the unnatural pull on her to be here, she felt much like one of those critters, caught in the high beams of an oncoming truck, not knowing which way to dash in order to survive.<br/><br/>As quietly as she could, she crept through the treeline, not really sure what she was looking for, only sure she was not ready to make nice with people yet. It never occurred to her, that her fellow travelers had been summoned here in the same fashion as she had been. What she did know, was that this whole situation kinda creeped her out, and she needed to assess it fully, on her own terms, and in her own time. She snuck past a cabin just to her left. <span style="font-style: italic">*mine*</span> The thought was unbidden, and surely not true. Unconsciously, one hand reached up to grasp at her grandmother's moonstone pendant around her neck, as if garnering comfort from the object.<br/><br/>Not far from where she stood, she could see the rear view of a rather tall, blonde-headed man, and she detected the faint, acrid smell of cigarette smoke in the air. Nyah focused on him, physically shaking her shoulders, as if to rid herself of the odd sense of having been here before. Still moving quietly, out of the edges of the slowly fading light of day, and careful to stay under cover of the trees, the young woman followed him all the way to the fire pit, where once again, she was overwhelmed by a feeling of familiarity. <br/><br/>Nyah had every intention of keeping to her hiding place, until she had determined exactly what was going on here. She had every intention of biding her time, until...well, she didn't really know until 'what', but she knew this whole situation was far from usual, and it both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. She had every intention of hiding like a damn coward.<br/><br/>That was, until the man by the fire pit lit a second smoke. As he did so, his face was finally turned toward her, and a cold bolt of recognition shocked her to the core. <span style="font-style: italic">*Jon*</span> She had to reach a hand out to steady herself on the nearest tree. A vague memory of him tossing her a baseball, laughing and calling her Blaze. She'd never been called that since - couldn't even recall the origin of the nickname. Hell, hadn't even thought of it until right now! Nyah leveled a cool, grey gaze on Jon, across the clearing between cabins, and, taking a deep breath, she stepped out from behind the tree she'd been sequestered behind.<br/><br/>The typically smartassed young woman, now stepped out from her hiding place, hoping like hell her skittishness didn't show through. Standing there, she had no idea what to say, or where to start, so she simply stuttered out his name. â€œJ...Jon?â€ There was a slight tremor to her voice, betraying her inner fear at being so out of her comfort zone.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"J...Jon?" The voice this time that spoke his name was rather hesitant and female yet again. Though he had no recollection of who the voice belonged to. His hand moved the cig away from his mouth, not even one drag and already his name is on the tip of everyoneâ€™s tongue.<br/><br/>"Nyah?" It was simple his mouth spoke before his mind could really catch up to him. Considering he was rather worried about how he just up and left Tyne. He will forever be named an asshole , till the world canâ€™t stand him anymore. " So , what ya doing hiding in the forest? Donâ€™t you know , the forest eats girls." His lips stated it as a fact , and for one split second he feared that her voice would strike a cord of instant recognition.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFFF">Nyah actually giggled, and abruptly stopped at the unnatural sound erupting from her throat. It was so unlike her-or so she thought-but a niggle of memory tugged peripherally at her. Like he'd playfully teased her in some other life, or at some other time. A little more at ease, she walked a few steps closer to Jon. "It's weird, how I have no memory of you, yet I know you. I know I know you. It must have been from ..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly. "...before."<br/><br/>She looked away uncomfortably. She never spoke to people of her time a Grey House; she didn't care for the judgement and misunderstanding that inevitably came her way. "I ... forgot stuff." she finished off lamely, not quite able to look him in the eye.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"It's weird, how I have no memory of you, yet I know you. I know I know you. It must have been from ..." Nyah took a few steps closer to him from the woods. Her voice a sweet surrender from the pain that flashed for just a moment in his head. It seemed he could place names but not voices. Though he could tell she was probably right they all knew each other in some way. But it bothered him that he could remember seeing a younger version of her , and just knowing that this was one of the girls from that picture drove his mind in a circle. "...before." She was uncertain but he understood her in that area.<br/><br/>" Well how else would we know each other?" His hand flicked the now dying cigarette towards the ground and his mind began to flash back to image of his face covered in blood then back to the scene. " Anywho , no more sneaking around in those woods Nyah , all I know is we most defiantly know each other, but I canâ€™t explain how."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFFF">Hearing that his memory was also impaired, like her own, bolstered Nyah a little more, and she visibly relaxed, stepping closer still, to the dead fire pit in the center of the clearing. "Well, seems like something has made both of us forget." Was it time, or necessity?-there was no way to know, really. She fixed Jon with a cool, grey look, and flashed him a brief, unusually genuine smile. "Let me guess: you got some weird-ass letter that fooled you into coming here."</span><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80"><br/>" Let me guess you got a weird ass letter that brought you here?" Nyah fixed him with her cool grey look while giving him a genuine smile. However , he shifted his foot uncomfortably in such a way that proved for once he was in a situation he couldn't handle.<br/><br/>" Oh that , it was more like a, what do they call it , invitation that you just can not resist. The letter was well it drove me here out if curiosity , and those damned nightmares. They just don't go away." His eyes fixed on the dead fire pit focusing on nothing but the tan dirt.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFFF">She knew all too well the irresistible pull the letter had ignited, but it was almost comforting to hear it had inspired the same reaction in someone else, despite how unnerving it had felt at the time. But when Jon mentioned nightmares, her ears perked.<br/><br/>"Nightmares?" She too suffered from vague, disturbing images when she slept. Not frequently, but often enough to strike a chord in her, and leave her with a desolate feeling she couldn't place. "I ... I have dreams." She seemed hesitant to talk about them, and indeed, she'd never told anyone about them before. "They..."<br/><br/>Before she could share anything about them specifically, she heard the crack of a branch or twig or something, off in the woods somewhere, and her divulging mood evaporated with the distraction. She realized she felt cold, and more afraid than she could ever remember feeling before.<br/></span>