Aoi smiled, "Rex Torrick... pleased to meet you." She swirled the name on her tongue as he left, she knew where that name came from. A name of a childhood friend, one who left and never came back. "Rex," she whispered, "What ever happened to you?" She mused. She smiled, an idea forming in her head, she brought back her sketch pad. This time she pulled out a memory of a summer long ago and set it on the table. A picture of a boy and girl playing in a meadow tossing a fire ball between the two of them. "Rex, I remember." She whispered to herself, conviction forming that next time she would be better prepared to greet him.