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Years pass by and memories fade. That is the way of time to turn everything into dust and things to become forgotten. Some things however, are not easily forgotten. They are little and big things that became very dear to us. But they fade, eventually. Nothing escapes time. But as long as it is dear to us, it will not be forgotten……Ever.


“It’s abandoned for sure” – Alyx said
Gordon didn’t look up from the map - “Hhmmm..?”
“I said, that it’s probably abandoned.”
“What gives?”
“Well, for a starter. This town is deadly quiet and we haven’t seen so much as a headcrab, more less a resident.”
Gordon fixed his glasses and looked up.
“It would be logical for the residents to hide from us, they are a far from the combine grip and may believe we are spies searching for more people for the combine.” He said.
“Trust me, there will be no’ one here.”
She picked up an old shovel half-buried in the earth. It was a little plastic one, one a child would play with.
“And there will be no’ one here,” she whispered.

Gordon not hearing her continued to look at the map which he had studied at the Black Mesa East complex. There was no doubt about it that this was the town he had looked for. The mountains were all in place and the river they had crossed a little north from here was correctly positioned. Not that he was much of ranger but if he could read complicated analysis records in Black Mesa then he should be able to handle a simple map.
It was a basic journey, many freedom fighters had made similar trips to small residents in the country. Hoping to find people and protecting them from combine slavery. Letting them join the resistance. This town was a simple task. Safe route, far away from combine outposts and no danger whatsoever. Gordon had volunteered for this task. He looked at it as an opportunity to get out the blasted base and see the how the world had changed in his absence. He did not ask of Alyx to take the trip with him, thinking she was far more happy with patrolling City 17, giving occasionally a metropolice guard a punch or two.
Alyx, however, had instead insisted on going alone with Gordon, saying that she was an expert ranger and they would be a lot faster and safe if he went with her instead taking a whole squad of fighters. Sgt. Black had objected at first, never really believing that Alyx was anything more than a girl who could disable force fields and such. He was promptly silenced when Gordon agreed with Alyx.
He liked her company, she was optimistic and energetic. Nothing seem to hinder her when she was set on something.
So, here they were, far away from everything. Searching, possibly a ghost town, for residents.

Gordon rolled together the map and squinted at the sun, there was still plenty of time to search the town before it would become to dark
“Let’s search the town,” he said, “we might find something useful after all.”
Alyx gave him one of her crooked smiles which always made him feel uncomfortable, yet, in a pleasant way.

“I really hope that there is someone or something here we could find useful, but I’m not going to expect a tank or anything in one of those garages.” She said and giggled at her own joke.
“Very funny Alyx, I’m talking about a toolkits, books and such.”
“I’ll keep my eyes peeled for anything, it’s sometimes fun to go through houses searching for something interesting.” She said, smiling, walking lightly towards one of the houses.
Gordon hoped that she was right.

He walked towards an old wooden building, looking like a salon from the wild west. Peering through a window he could see tables and chairs standing orderly around the main room. He opened the door and walked inside. Everything looked old and worn, yet it had to have been habited not to long ago. The floor was tidy and no cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Gordon found this fact slightly unnerving.
Walking towards the bar, he inspected it for anything useful. Luck would not have so, and was about to walk of when he stopped dead in his tracks. Turning slowly back towards the bar he stood before the huge mirror which was divited into seven frames. He walked towards the frame in the middle. There was a small handle on it where he had overlooked. Taking the handle in his hands, Gordon pulled. The mirror swung open.
Gordon stared, paralyzed.
“Oh my god,” he whispered.

Alyx had already gone through three houses finding nothing interesting, except for a first aid kit which would become useful back home at Black Mesa East, when she heard Gordon calling.
“Well something got him excited,” she muttered as the shouting continued.
Following his voice she ran towards the salon and through the front door, finding Gordon at the bar looking very pleased.
“What got you all so puffed up,” she asked?
“JD,” he said, grinning ridiculously.
“Come again?”
“I’ve found JD,” said Gordon smiling even wider.
“I already got that, what or who the hell is JD?”
“Jack Daniels,” Gordon said still smiling. When he noticed Alyxs uncomprehending look he pulled forward a bottle with some strange liquor. “I’ve found supplies of Jack Daniels finest whiskey.”
Alyx stared at the bottle, then burst out, howling with laughter.
“You…..you got this excited cause….cause of a BOOZE!?” She said laughing through her hands that were folded under her head which lay on the counter.
“Well, I guess I got a bit excited. But this is after all the most popular Bourbon in history. Not something you would simply throw away,” he said defensively.
Alyx could not look up, she was having trouble breathing and laughing.
“Look, Alyx,” there are thirty bottles here and we are going to have to come back later to get them. I’ll take one…no! Make it two bottles today and the rest will have to come later to Black Mesa East,” he said, rubbing his hands together, looking very pleased.
“I beg your pardon Gordon, but when you said we should look for something useful. I didn’t expect alcohol to be on the list,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes, still chuckling.
“Me neither,” he replied, “but this is an exception.”

“So…,” said Alyx, picking up two glasses from the counter. “Cheers tonight?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” said Gordon and smiled.

Alyx had not intended for anything to happen in the trip with Gordon, but she knew she had a shot at him tonight if they would start drinking the bourbon. Gordon Freeman never talked about his past and seldom had any interest in relaxing and talking about life. He was a very closed and a mysterious man, as if the events that had befallen earth were his doing. And that it was his responsibility to fix it.
No one blamed him of course. He couldn’t have possibly foreseen what would happen when he rolled the sample into the analyzer back at Black Mesa, 17 years ago. He couldn’t do anything about the combine terror that was unleashed onto earth. Yet, he felt as if there was something he could have done. What bothered Alyx most was that he should be 44 years old but he was certainly not 44 years old. When they had found him first on the streets of City 17 two months ago, he didn’t look a day older when the freak accident had happened in Black Mesa. He never explained how he had disappeared for 17 years and then reappearing out of the blue. It was a matter best laid aside for the moment. What mattered was that he was here and now the resistance had a greater fighting chance than ever against the combine.