Sunday, January 30, 2011

I did not move a muscle as the train resumed its course. Did not waver or shiver and no help was offered. Not one of my assumed new friends offered their assistance. And so I remained seated, my bare feet upon the second step, their cold metallic bite on my toes.
I reached for my backpack, removing my flip-flops and placing them on my soles. Momentary relief gave way to warmth, but also cold, for as my extremities were no longer freezing and numb, my body temperature dropped and chills overtook me. I knew I had to get out of those wet clothes.
I stood up, walked up to my seat, and pulled down my bag. The towel wasn't hard to find, and neither was a change of clothing.
The bag went back to its place and I left my car, headed for the bathroom, so I could have some privacy while changing.
My body felt colder as I entered the small corridor, and I practically rushed into the bathroom, forgetting once again to check if it was occupied... luckily it wasn't, nor did anyone bother me while I cleaned up and changed into dry clothes. The only thing that didn't change was my footwear, which would revert to sneakers as soon as I got back to my seat, my feet were way too cold.
I fixed my hair the best I could and reopened the door to my car, where Pilgrim was waiting, right  in front of my seat. And for the first time, I also noticed the suit sitting to my right, close to the first window from where I was standing. He was reading a book, whose title I couldn't see.
I sure didn't feel like hearing one of Pilgrim's lectures, so I just turned into the row of seats to my right.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" I asked as I sat across from him, but close to the aisle.
He looked up.
"By all means... you may avoid her as much as you want." He answered with a smile on his face.

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