Looking out the window, a sigh escaped Trinity's lips. The bus was pulling into the town where she'd started her life and held many memories for her. Most were good, but they tended to be over shadowed by the bad ones. Her green eyes were filled with sorrow overshadowed by her determination. She'd make things work here, even if just for a short time. She had to get away to where no one would search for her. So she'd traveled miles, making it appear as though she were headed in the opposite direction when in reality, she was only traveling two days worth of a journey by bus to her home town from the place where she'd committed her latest crime. And as she looked at the buildings, memories started to prod at her. "Hey mom, can I go play now?" the young six year old Trinity asked as she peered up at her mother. "Have you done your chores?" asked her mother. They were standing in the kitchen with her mom standing at the table, rolling out dough for some great treat that would be ready as desert for after supper. Trinity was small for her age and was practically bouncing on her heals with all her energy and excitement at the prospect of getting to play with her best friend. "Yes mommy," she replied sincerely. "Alright, go ahead then. But don't go too far," replied her mom with a warm smile. With a gleeful squeal, she'd raced out the door and down the street. Her best friend only lived two doors down so it wasn't very far but to a six year old, it still felt like a huge adventure. At least, to her it had always been like that. There she knocked on the door and before long she was playing with Justin. "Ya, those were the good days..." she whispered to herself wistfully. The bus finally came to a stop and she got off. She'd packed light with only her backpack and her guitar. Once she'd grabbed her guitar from where the rest of the luggage had been unloaded, Trinity made her way out of the building and towards the sidewalk. For a moment, she just stood there and looked around, trying to decide where she'd go from here. She wanted to spend the night at a hotel but she couldn't use her main banking account. She knew the cops were close on her heels and they were watching her account. If she made any transactions with it, they'd be able to start tracking her and then she'd be in a really tight corner. So instead, she had to deal with the cash she had. And on her she didn't have very much thanks to her plan of throwing off the cops on where she was headed. One thing she could do is play on a street corner and make some money that way. She hadn't done that in a few years but she was still pretty good at playing. And as it was, she'd need to do that. After all, she had to lay low and this was a better option that stealing from a corner store. With this new plan in mind, she headed to the town square which was usually decently busy with people coming and going. Finding an area, she set down her guitar case and pulled out the beautiful instrument. As she ran her hand over the polished wood, another memory came to her. Lifting her eyes from the guitar in amazement, Trinity stared at Justin. "Are you serious?" she asked incredulously. He nodded, "Ya. This way you can remember me and where you come from." Trinity's eyes teared up as she set the guitar down and hugged her best friend. She was twelve at the time and the guitar had always seemed to mean a lot to Justin and he'd taught her how to play a bit on it. They'd hung out plenty of times and she'd watch him play it and finally asked him to teach her. Of course he'd been a little hesitant at first about sharing it but before long, she was working at it with him and they had tons of fun times. And now he was giving it to her. Putting the strap over her shoulders, Trinity rose to her feet and positioned the guitar. At times, she wondered what'd become of Justin but for the most part, she didn't bother trying to remember. Just like right now. Now she had to focus on playing and started to strum out a song. She'd gotten pretty good at playing over the years and now usually just played for the sheer joy of it and how much it relaxed her.