*I do not own Journey.

A Meeting.

I had met others before. But you weren't them. At first, I thought you had been, but you weren't. You were you. Which is the most any of us can be, out here.

There was a time when I had been afraid of the others, mirages of companions on so much red. I don't know what I was afraid of. There was nothing to be afraid of, really- we all had the same things, and that was nothing we wanted. We were all headed the same way, so sometimes we would go together. I stopped being afraid of them, after a while, when we would part and wander off into the desert alone.

I will admit that you scared me, at first. A dark shape like a scratch of the side of my dusty eyes. You approached me and the both of us said nothing. There was never any reason to.

We went on with eachother. Not exactly alone but better off together. I don't know what it was, but I guess it was enough knowing that you were someone. Maybe that mountian we could both see above the heat would tell us who we were.

You left me in the dusk some time, it was hard to see. Just your shape parting from mine, finding your own way in the sand, a way that wasn't mine. I don't know why I opened my mouth to call you, as if you would become lost, I wonder why I wanted my first words to be yours. But as you left, I made no sound. Nor did you.

I don't know if you've reached the mountian. I don't know if I'll ever meet you again, if I already have and I just didn't recall you. Perhaps you will know me, and tell me who I am.