My father was still sound asleep when I left our small cottage. I needed to figure out what I was supposed to do now.
Last night's dream wasn't doing much help either. I couldn't just come out and ask her; she would only laugh, or scream, and tell her father. Then I'd be put in jail for merely attempting to cross.
I kicked a stone in frustration. I was walking through the town, heading north towards where I sat yesterday. Maybe, since it was out of the way and quiet, I might be able to think of something.
A quarter of an hour later, I was sitting at the very spot I met Cath yesterday.
I was still, staring blankly out across the tracks to the forest beyond. My case was simply hopeless.