Kit was not happy about this. Phoenix led the stranger through the house as if she was getting the grand tour. He wasn't going to make a scene in front of her, instead he planned on watching her every move. He didn't believe her memory loss for a second.

"Our rooms are down this corridor. There's an empty one between Dante and Fletch' s rooms, you can stay there for the time being."

Apollo and the rest of the group had stayed downstairs while Phoenix took her through the house, explaining that while she stayed here she was expected to help. She nodded politely to all his requests. She knew that staying here amongst strangers was better than being out there. Being hunted.

"We'll have to give you a name. I mean, we can't just call you 'dead girl'. Is there a name you like?"

"No. I'll wait till I remember my real name."

"Alright. Here, we don't have any women's clothes so these will have to do." Phoenix dropped two oversized shirts, a pair of joggers and a hoodie into her arms.

"Oh, and by the way, this is my room. Don't come in here. Or anyone else's room for that matter."

He was walking so quickly, reciting all the information that she apparently 'needed' to know. They practically ran down the corridor to her new room that was on the right hand side. Phoenix pushed open the small wooden door and it made a noticeable creak. 

The room itself was a light grey colour. It was a lot larger than any bedroom she'd occupied before, with a window on one of the walls that was taller than her. Large, flowy drapes were tied on either side of the glass pane and a double bed sat in the centre of the room, right up against the window. The covers looked so fluffy; the sight made her legs wobble slightly. The only other thing in the room was an empty drawer on the far left.

"It's great." She approved, giving Phoenix a small smile. She used to be good at forcing smiles.

"Okay then. I'll let you get changed. Meet us all downstairs later if you want. It's movie night."

After Phoenix had left, she looked over her clothes options and decided on the white shirt and joggers. She rolled the legs up multiple times till they reached her ankles and folded the shirt under itself, tying it up at the back. There was no mirror in her room, but she told herself it didn't matter because she wasn't bothered about impressing anyone.

Her plan to meet the boys downstairs had been thrown out the window when she lay her head down on the pillows. It was dark when she woke up, an imprint from the duvet cover adorning her arm. She shook her legs, letting the blood flow through them after being restricted for hours.

Making her way down the stairs, she could hear noises from below getting increasingly louder. She had barely gotten half way down the staircase when she could hear exactly what they were saying in the closed room dozens of feet away. It unnerved her, but she used the newfound advantage.

"What are we watching next?"

"No, God not that one Dante!"

"Hhhaaa!"

She couldn't help the smile that creeped on her face, the sound of laughter infectious even from the distance. Knocking on the door seemed the polite thing to do, since she was a foreigner in their house.

"Hey. You okay?" Apollo opened the door, the fragments of a smile still evident on his face.

"Yeah." She glanced past Apollo, at the rest of the men she didn't know watching her in the doorway.

"Hi everyone." They nodded in her direction, all of them smiling accept for Kit. He could be salty if he wanted to, it made hardly any difference to her.

"Come in." Apollo moved out of the doorway and she walked through, sitting on the one empty sofa in the huge room. She looked over at the ridiculously oversized tv on the wall with the end credits of some movie paused.

"Hey, dead girl. You pick the next movie." Fletch pointed to the rows of DVD boxsets in a cabinet under the tv. She had never seen so many movies so neatly arranged.

"Kit is a bit of a movie nerd." Dante explained, making her laugh. Kit didn't seem like the cinema-obsessed type.

"Was." Kit corrected, his lips a thin line as he watched her closely.

"Anyway, pick." Phoenix said.

She scanned over the titles, not really bothered about which one they watched. She couldn't remember the last movie she had sat through. Her eyes looked over West Side Story which rang some bells. She carried on, not wanting to watch a sappy musical.

"I have to admit," She noted, continuing to search through her options, "Kit you really did do a very good job at organising all of these." Everyone laughed, accept for Kit. Fletch nudged him, telling him to lighten up.

They said she took too long choosing, so the responsibility fell to Apollo. He groaned and picked the first thing he saw: Finding Nemo. Dante and Fletch complained, but Phoenix and Kit reminded them that rules were rules.

She curled up on her sofa, one of the fluffy cushions supporting her head as she lay her whole body across the length of the furniture. She was asleep by the end of the movie, not bothered about anything other than the relaxation of closing her eyes.

The dreams had been pleasant until one forced her back into the forest. Running once again for her life, she darted to escape the jaws of the crawlers, their distorted and contorted howls screeching as she ran. She wasn't fast enough, she never had been, the beasts all around her. She woke up just before one of them clasped its jaws over her face.

Apollo was over her, his head turned to the side. He had one hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, it was a nightmare. The movie's finished, we're gonna go to bed."

"Okay." She controlled the fear in her words as she got off of the sofa.

"Hey, it's none of my business, but you kept saying 'echo' in your sleep."

"I did?"

He nodded, but she had nothing else to say. It made no sense to her. Why would it?

"Goodnight Apollo."

"Goodnight Echo."

Apollo smiled and she rolled her eyes. It was too late she knew, the name had stuck.

Before she left the room, Echo spoke so only Apollo could hear her.

"Thank you for not leaving me on the side of the road."

His features became serious as he replied, "Sorry we hit you with our car."

"No hard feelings."

He gave her a small smile, one that had been chipped away by years of running and hiding.