"Being human is so hard!" Amy huffed in frustration as she rubbed her now rain soaked arms, water dripping off of the ends of her hair into her eyes. The weather seemed to change in the blink of an eye, everything including herself suddenly becoming cold and wet.

At least she knew she was in a city called LA as she learned from a passerby.

She was still wandering the now less crowded streets, trying to decide on what to do since she had no place to stay or any kind of currency.

Until she spotted Mark.

He was sitting in an alley with a sea of boxes surrounding him, some opened but most not. They were soaked with rain, now soggy. He had a jacket draped over his head and was holding some kind of wooden object that made sound when he plucked the strings. The sounds were beautiful, especially when he started singing.

"Walk down that lonesome road,
All by yourself,
Don't turn your head,
Back over your shoulder,
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon,
Is shining high,
Above the trees."

His head was bowed in concentration as he watched his own fingers move almost instinctively brush against the strings. He didn't notice Amy tentatively drawing closer towards him, hypnotized by the music.

"Mark?" Amy stopped a few feet away from him just in case he was still angry.

Immediately Mark's head snapped up, his expression softening when he saw her.

"Amy." Mark pushed himself off of the ground and pulled Amy closer towards him. She flinched at first, expecting to be hit, but was surprise when Mark wrapped his arms around her comfortingly.

"I'm sorry for freaking out back at the hotel, I was scared and..." Mark trailed off with a long quiet sigh.

"I didn't realize how lonely I was until you weren't with me." Mark admitted, pulling away from Amy.

"What's that?" Amy gestured at the instrument he had laid on the ground.

"Oh, it's an acoustic guitar! I've had it for a while actually, been teaching myself a couple of songs." He smiled pridefully.

"What's with all of the boxes?" Amy peered into one of the opened ones. It mainly contained a bunch of clothes.

"I took all of my stuff I could fit into boxes from my old place, and since I don't really have a place to stay, I just dumped it all here. I'm trying to play to earn enough money for food." He held up a black fedora, the bottom of it filled with small change and a couple of green slips of paper.

"Can I help?" Amy asked excitedly.

"I would love company." Mark patted the rain soaked ground by him. She obediently sat down by him. He lifted the jacket up and draped it over her head as well, keeping her head from getting more wet. When he started playing again, Amy began humming along with the song even though she had never heard it before.

"If I had stopped to listen once or twice,
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes,
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart,
I'd not be on this road tonight,
Never run feeling sorry for yourself,
It doesn't save you from your troubled mind."

Mark paused a beat, looking over at Amy before continuing. A small crowd holding umbrellas over their heads had gathered in front of them, enraptured by the sweet melody that came from the pair. He started singing the chorus again, so Amy joined in since she knew the words.

"Walk down that lonesome road,
All by yourself,
Don't turn your head,
Back over your shoulder,
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon,
Is shining high,
Above the trees."

There was a moment of silence before the small crowd erupted with cheers and applause as they tossed money into the hat before dispersing.

"You have a very beautiful voice." Mark complimented Amy as he counted out their earnings.

"You're not too bad yourself." She teased.

As they both stood up, they tensed when they heard the click of a gun cocking behind them. Amy felt the cold metal pressed into the back of her head, but she wasn't afraid. As long as Mark was okay, she didn't care what happened to her.

"Give me the money." A voice hissed in her ear. The person's breath reeked of alcohol and something else disgusting smelling that she couldn't place.

"Take it, just leave her alone." Mark spoke soothingly, slowly offering the person the money they had just earned. She opened her mouth to tell him that she would be fine when the gun abruptly swiveled away from her and aimed towards Mark.

She could hear Mark and the person fight for a while, too paralyzed to move until she heard a gunshot, followed by a deafening silence.