Vi had gone far off the deep end since that day with Caitlyn. Pushed any emotions down with alcohol and her fists-- was it working well for her? No, but she didn't care. She told herself not to care about anything, and to not care about anyone.

She usually didn't bat an eye at streetfights in dingy alleyways, especially when she was hungover and had a throbbing headache. But, something about the woman in that alleyway seemed so, so familiar..

It was you.. her childhood friend?

Vi felt her heart stop, seeing your face-- much older than how she remembered-- bringing her back to a place where things were.. better. Powder, Vander, her family.. and you were there. She was hungover, sure, but she didn't hesitate to finish the guy off for you, seeing your confused expression.

She wasn't really in her right mind, as she collapsed in your arms, feeling a warmth that reminded her of her family, of a better time before all went to shit.