You don't need a clean slate, do you? Im sure everyone loves you.
Nick took to her side gingerly, although weather this was out of pain or dignity was a matter for Miranda to solve. "Oh, the stuff about people dissapearing is nothing new. Going on for years and years. But the open-fire. Thats what got everyone all worked up. One minuet, were carrying on with our everyday life, however unusual it may be due to the war. The next... The next, everyone is falling, dying and tumbling over each other, and women are screaming[.i] for their children and men move to try and protect their crippling families and no one thought they were getting out of that alive. I saw it break out up in... well, my work. Where I work, it isn't important. Anyways, I ducked out, running like a jackrabbit to get out of there, the center, the deep city- and lady luck was on my side. I made it. Didn't have any relations left in the city, so it was easy to split with what I had on my back." He heaved afew breaths, tired out from all the explanation. After several long, agonizingly silent minuets, he turned back to Miranda. "Now... You know, as I recall, you, too, were alone. It isn't decent for a pretty little lady to be traveling on her own. What gives?"
"Lonliness and I- were good friends." He muttered, softly. "But I don't want to go back to him."