Warning: Mild spoilers, some puzzle solutions for the game.
Disclaimer: The text game Trinity was written by Brian Moriarty and owned by Infocom, Inc. I am not either of those entities, so it is not mine.
All Paths Lead...
I throw the ball as hard as I can against the tree, and a few seconds later the umbrella falls to my feet. I pick it up without looking too closely at it, then look around for the old Asian woman. She's deep into the crowds, almost at the exit. I start to run after her, then something trips me up.
The large bird disappears quickly into the shrubbery. I look back at the exit, but the old woman is gone. Damn birds. Always a nuisance. Especially that…roadrunner?
A strange sensation, like déjà vu, creeps up on me for a moment. Where did that thought come from? I've never seen that bird before. Besides, it couldn't have been a roadrunner. They're just not found in British parks. Must be an overactive imagination.
I walk back to the tree, look up at the branches. The ball's stuck there, now; I briefly consider trying to get it down, but toss that notion aside almost immediately. It's just too high up. Anyway, it's not important anymore.
That stops me in my tracks. Anymore? That feeling comes over me again, stronger than before. It's almost like…I've gone through these thoughts before. In this exact setting.
Maybe this wasn't the best place to end the vacation. Maybe I should leave… As if on cue, the crowds around the exit thicken. It would take an hour to get past them in this state. I could try a different exit, but I get the feeling that all of them will be blocked as well.
I turn my attention to the umbrella. At first the writing jumps out at me; then, I reread it. It's just a touristy slogan, nothing unusual. As I close it, I get a vivid picture in my mind, of me handing a similar umbrella over to a little girl. An Asian girl, Japanese in fact, and she looks like she could be a younger, undeformed version of that old woman…
That feeling is almost overwhelming now; I shake my head in an attempt to clear it. That image…it's not real. I've never met a little Japanese girl. I've never seen an umbrella like this one before…haven't I?
A cry from somewhere else in the park breaks through the fog the strange sensation has created. It sounds like a hawker, or perhaps a bird woman? Feeding the birds would be a nice distraction, provided that roadrunner doesn't show up, like it always…
I leave that thought uncompleted. I don't have time to feed the birds right now; I have other things to do first. I wander off almost aimlessly, looking around for something; what it is, I'm not sure yet. A perambulator, a sundial, an origami crane, a door in a toadstool…
The sense of déjà vu is more than overwhelming; it's almost continuous now. I snap open the umbrella, read the slogan one more time.
All prams lead to the Kensington Gardens.
I close the umbrella again and keep walking. Just up ahead, I see an open area, with something decorative at the center. A sundial. It has something I need.
I'm not going to worry about the strange feeling now; there's not much I can do, really. As I step up to the sundial, I hear a strangely familiar voice chuckle in my ear.
"All paths lead to the Kensington Gardens. How true."
I turn my head, but nobody's there.
As it always is.