Chapter Thirteen

Who is this person?
Whoever she is, she got me off this train and now we're left on this platform, alone together, and it's all a bit awkward. For Me anyway.
She's got this air of ignorance about her. She blissfully looks onto the distance, thinking to herself, fiddling with something, as if she does this all the time.
"So - What's your name?"
"Today? Today I'm Edie Travers"
"OK. Nice to meet you Edie Travers." I hold out my hand to shake hers but she just looks at it for a second and then picks it up between two fingers and shakes it like one would a mouse to see if it was still alive. Then she goes back to fiddling with her something.
"Don't you want to know my name?"
"No - do you have a pen?"
"Um, no I don't. What are you doing?" She doesn't answer.
She's got a little book in her hands. A small leather bound notebook that's very ragged. She lifts her top up a little bit and removes a small black eye pencil from between her skirt and her belt. She scribbles something down in the book, rips out the page, folds it up and puts the book away in her back pocket. Then it hits me - who has a skirt with pockets?
"So Edie - what's going to happen next?"
She looks at me. Dead set centre in the eyes.
"Now? Now we go to town"
And she started walking towards the exit. She couldn't possibly know where she was going. I noticed her mouth moving away while she walked - like a small fieldmouse scurrowing away with some food - and she looked a bit like she was counting something. All of this was new to me, but the headache i've been harbouring for a while now isn't.
We didn't talk on the way to 'town'. I didn't want to interrupt whatever she was doing. I followed her around trying to sort out my life in my head and I wasn't too fussed about little girls who liked to follow me after saving my life. And I guess she did, save my life I mean. I wonder what would have happened had I not met Edie Travers? But I didn't. She met me.
We were approaching civilisation and leaving the carbon-copy suburbs of this place with no name. Where is she taking me? Does she even know? God - I feel so ill... What's going on inside me...