Not Until We Are Lost

Being around Johnny was always a strange experience. Lately it seemed to be bringing up a lot of memories. It was hard not to think about the way things had been in her time, especially now that she was starting to suspect that 'her time' didn't exist anymore and wouldn't exist.

There were good memories, mostly, and Mary was determined that she wasn't going to brood over them. Mostly, she found that she couldn't help but smile a little when she thought about things like the first time she'd met the Johnny of her time.

( Not exactly your typical meetcute )