Chapter 7
Twilight Town
Confused, Roxie stood up, and took another good look around. She noticed that there was at least one other person around. It was a man with blode hair, who just seemed to be wandering around anyway. She ran to him, desperate to find out what happened.
"Uh... Sir!" she called, and the man turned around. "Please! Can you tell me where I am?" she asked. He stared at her blankly.
"This is Twilight Town," he said, "but I don't think that I've seen you here before. Are you new here?"
"I guess... I can't really remember," she replied.
"Sounds like you have amnesia," he said, "Do you remember your name?"
"Yeah," she said, "Name's Roxie."
"Well, that's good," he said, "Do you live anywhere near here?"
"I don't know," Roxie said.
"Then maybe what you should do for now is find a place to stay," he suggested, "and maybe a job. There are plenty of jobs that you can get around here."
"O.K., thanks," she said.
She left, and wandered down the road beyond the clock tower. There was sign that read: Market Street: Station Heights. At least now she knew where she was. Seeing that she had a hood, she pulled it up until it sheilded her eyes. A few people passed by, several of which she asked for a place to stay. Having no luck, she saw a woman who seemed so... familiar to her. She reminded Roxie of someone... but couldn't think of who. So she approached this person.
"Excuse me," she politely called.
The woman looked up. "Hey," she replied.
"I had to ask," Roxie began, "but have I met you before? What's your name?"
"I don't think so," she said, "My name is Leah. You new here?"
"I was asked that earlier, and I really don't know," she replied, "and my name is Roxie."
"Roxie... I like that name," Leah said.
"Um... thanks, I guess," she said, unsure how to reply.
"O.K.," Leah said, "But I gotta go inside now, alright?" She opened the door to her house, went inside, and began to close it, but Roxie slammed her hand on it, to stop her.
"WAIT!" she yelled.
"Look, kid, I really need to go inside now," Leah said, some what annoyed, "It's getting late."
"But I need a place to stay!" Roxie explained, "So- please- can I stay here?!"
The red headed woman looked up at her ceiling in frustration, then back down at the girl, staring pleadingly up at her.
"Oh, alright," she muttered, "but under a few conditions..."
"Oh, thank-you so much!" Roxie cried happily.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." she replied, "just come on inside."
Once inside, Roxie looked around. Exotic figurines decorated the entire room, a cheery fire was in a stone firplace, with chairs facing it. Leah turned around to her.
"Don't touch anything," she ordered, and you can sit in that chair." Roxie nodded, and sat in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace.
"Do you like milk and cookies?" Leah asked.
"I don't remember," Roxie replied, "but O.K.!"
"Milk and cookies it is, then!" she said, then left to a room beyond this den, which appeared to be the kitchen.
Alone, Roxie looked around at her surroundings again. This time she noticed a large chest of drawers. When Leah came back, she couldn't help but ask:
"What's in there?"
"Oh, that?" Leah asked.
"Yeah."
"There's just a lot of old photos and stuff in there," she said.
"Can I see?" Roxie asked.
"I guess."
Inside, were pictures of all kinds of people, but only one really caught her attention. It was a picture of Leah, standing next to a man with red hair, holding a baby.
"Who's that?" she inquired. Leah picked up the picture and looked at it closely.
"I've seen this before," she said, "but I'm not sure as to who they are... But that guy looks kinda cute."
"I you say so..." Roxie replied in disgust, "That guy's probably, like, twenty something in the picture."
"Yeah, yeah. I wish I knew who he was..." Leah commented, "I just can't think of his name. But, it does seem like it started with an 'A'."
"For some reason, he looks familiar to me, too," Roxie said.
"Ah, well, we might figure it out later," Leah said, after a long pause, "For now, let's just have those cookies and milk!" Roxie agreed, and they did so.
That night, she stayed in a spare room, which appeared to have once been a nursery. She wondered why. Had this been Leah's nursery as a baby, or did she once have her own family? And where she, herself come from? Why was she in Twilight Town? Had she always been there? Or was there more to it than she thought...? With all these thoughts swarming through her head, she curled up tight into the covers of the bed, and fell fast asleep.
