Wapun Meadow read the good book when you feel alone

Mary turned her head to face the stranger with jaded eyes and a tired smile, Oh, hello. Her eyes bounced slowly between his and the ground beneath him as she tried to focus. It was a difficult thing, Mary thought, to focus on someone else when one's own existence was so troubling. No matter how much she reassured herself, the truth of the matter was this: she had absolutely no clue why she'd been sent here and even less knowledge about how to get out. With a sigh, she turned her head back so that she was facing forward and continued to wallow in her own confusion.