"Wh- what?" She asked, confounded. She was still sitting where she had fallen, her hands on the mossy ground beside her. Her checked flannel shawl had fallen from her shoulders on to the ground behind her. Alice did not attempt to get up. She felt dizzy and sleepy. The young man's words seemed utterly confusing to her and she found herself wondering if she was dreaming. Her stomach was still hurting a lot, though not as much as before vomiting.

Why was she here again?

"Do what?"

Was he real?