Snippet #1605413

Lisa heard him the first time but ignored him. Telling herself that he'd just go away if she ignored him. Most people do after all. He didn't though. He walked right up though and the next thing she knew his hand was on hers! Her first instict was to bolt, just drop everything and run. She was here to fix that though. In the end what really stopped her was the fact she couldn't find her glasses. In the end running around practically blind and running into more strangers seemed less appealing. She wasn't however, all to sure how to respond.

'Dr. Goodstep!' Catching the name despite her inner despute calmed her if only a little. She opened her mouth once... twice... then finnally managed a small "umm.. yes... h-him." Despite the fact that she was talking to him she didn't look at him, not that it would have mattered if she did. The world, both near and far was a blur of color, she wouldn't even be able to pick out an eye color if she tried. Not that she would try.

Now where was she? Her spare glasses, she knew they were in the bag. Her grandma had even checked to make sure she hadn't left anything behind. Squinting at the blure that was her bag she went back to rummaging through it, pretending he wasn't there. He'll go away, they all do... now where are those blasted glasses!