“LEIGH?” Penelope screamed for her daughter. The bus barreled passed her and she spun in place. “Someone help?” she began to plead to the crowd. “Please,” she grabbed a suited woman, “please, someone just took my daughter, please call for help.”
“Use your own cell phone,” the woman brushed her off like unwanted lint.
“Please,” Penelope grabbed at another passerby. He pulled back from her with a look of disgust.
Everywhere she turned faces turned away from her. Penelope began to wander the streets. “Leigh?” She looked up allies and down, never straying far. “Leigh?”
Something crunched beneath Penelope’s feet. She bent down to examine the object. A sob escaped from her lips. Her body sank unto the hard concrete of the alley. The glasses were twisted and bent; one lens cracked.
“LEIGH!” the tormented cry of a mother echoed up to the sky.
Leigh couldn’t see. One moment she’d been taken from the brink of death to an ally and the next she was here. Where was here? Leigh squinted to try and see her surroundings. It was no use. Without her glasses she might as well be blind.
Extending her arms and hands out Leigh took a few hesitant steps forward. She nearly toppled as she ran into something at waist height. It felt like a bed. There was a form on it emitting quiet snores.
A man chuckled. Leigh spun and nearly fell backwards onto the sleeping form. A strong hand steadied her.
“Hey, it’s okay. We’re not here to hurt you.”
Leigh tried to swallow her fear. His voice sounded friendly, but she couldn’t see him. Closing her eyes made things a little better. At least she wasn’t straining them to see. They fluttered open as the man spoke again.
“I think Corby’s going to be asleep for a while. Time traveling takes a lot out of her.”
“T, T, time travel?” Leigh stammered, finding her voice at last. She remembered Corby had called him Geoff.
“Yes,” Geoff said, “why don’t we have a seat at the table.”
Leigh saw the blur of, what she presumed to be an arm, gesture towards the brightest spot in the room. Hands stretched before her she took a few stumbling steps towards the light. Geoff caught her arm with a chuckle. It was a nice chuckle, not like the laughter she was used to hearing at school.
“You can’t see well without your glasses can you?” he asked kindly as he guided her to a chair.
Leigh sat with a sigh. “Legally blind,” she muttered.
Laying her arms on the table and her head in her arms Leigh began to cry. Silent sobs wracked her body. She didn’t know if she was crying because her attempt at dying had failed or because these two strangers had saved her. There was a third possibility; she had failed to kill herself and she was now in some sort of convoluted coma dream.
Nothing made sense right now. How had she gone from the curb to an ally to here in a manner of seconds? How could these strangers, whom she’d never seen before, have known what she had been about to do? She hadn’t even known until the bus had blinded her.
There was one clear thought in her mind. Somewhere, out there, she hoped her parents were okay.