Long Term Memory Sauce

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The sky outside was pitch black. Nobody was asleep.

Mel got up abruptly after tossing and turning on their sleeping bag, only to find Dyna, Simon, and Nate all wide awake.

The evening air was warm and humid, certainly not conducive for any form of deep sleep.

The group decided it would be suitable to spend the time working on fixing the frame. Mel was still confused on its purpose, but it was best not to question Dyna so early into their friendship.

Simon was enthusiastic about that machine. It reminded Mel of the cabinets he mentioned, but there was something else.

Mel decided to talk to Simon in private. The cover of darkness was always a good place for private discussion, Mel figured.

'You mentioned how you had no idea what the machine did. Is there a reason you're helping them?' Mel asked, trying as hard as possible not to come off as impolite.

Simon giggled. 'If I'm being honest, I don't know either. I just really loved being here with all of you, and I wanna help Dyna out. Besides, I love engineering! I told you that on the first day. There's not a single solid reason as to why I bother, but I love helping with this with all of my heart.'

Mel was touched. Simon was more sincere about it than Mel anticipated.

'Me too, it's been nice being your friend' Mel attempted to sympathise, and they both smiled unanimously.

Mel had come across many uniquely human experiences, but their favourite so far was that particular heartfelt discussion in the dark.

The moment was cut short by muffled shouting on the streets. Were the alleyway men at it again? It sounded sharp and commanding, but Mel supposed it was nothing of concern.

Up until there was a shattering sound.

A figure with a white mask pushed to the side and trench coat stood at the shattered window with a crowbar. The figure, a middle aged man, was followed by a taller man with facial hair, carrying a megaphone.

'We have you surrounded, Nate Tapes, Mel Viewton,' his voice yelled into the megaphone.

Mel was speechless. Was this another fragment of their past?

They noticed the numerous other officers behind the two intimidating figures.

It looks like the authorities Simon spoke of finally caught up to them.