"You're welcome to come with us still if you want.", Carl had been insisting I join them the whole time we rode to the airport.
"No, I don't think I'll be of any help. What if I suddenly stop working in the middle of something important? No. I'm safer here, you all are safer with me here."
"Then what are you going to do?"
I'm going to figure out what's wrong with me.
"I'm gonna go home and read, or something."
"All right, but you give a call if you need us."
Then they were gone and I was stuck alone again, worrying that I'd never find my solution in time. I hailed a taxi and slipped inside.
"Where to, miss?"
How was I supposed to know where to go? Nothing at the house could help, especially since Patrick has the book now. Patrick. He's the only one who would know anything besides Nick, and it's all ready obvious that Nick has no memory of anything important.
As I sat there thinking of what I could say, another person slipped in to the car and loudly announced, "I'm going to the train station, please."
"I hope you don't mind taking a ride miss, maybe then you'll know where you want to go." He was directing that towards me.
"No, no. It's all right. I don't mind." I didn't want to upset anyone so I didn't say anything about how rude that new passenger was.
The passenger was a tall, dark haired woman who had a very creative style in clothes. She was looking out the window for a few minutes and then turned to me.
"Saba, I understand you have a problem. My name is Elizabeth Dumont and my brother told me you might need help. How about you come with me and we'll see if we can't get rid of this issue?"
"Whose your brother?"
"A friend of John’s, he told my brother what was up and he sent me. So you wanna go?"
She seemed less rude now, and I actually found myself liking her a bit. I nodded and she told the taxi what was going on. I guess I was going with her to figure out how to solve this problem.
If I'd had a Mother, she would have taught me not to talk to strangers.