The man listened while he finished wrapping my foot. Never once did his eyes stray, but I knew he was listening for noise. My hand grew tighter around my knife as the sounds drew closer.

The man took the knife from me and slowly rose to his full height.

"Andromache?"

Damn!

She was the last person I wished to see on this of all days. With a sigh I stood, "Yes Helen?"

The man looked to me puzzled, "What's your name?"

I did not answer him, Helen came from the forest covered as I was, though she wore simple sandals. When she saw the man she gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth her eyes wide in horror, "Hector?"

The man shook his head, "No! I am not Hector! My name is Norm Gibson. I am an American."

Helen looked as confused as I felt. She shook her head, "We watched you die…your funeral. I held your son while your body was burnt!"

The man, Norm, shook his head, "No no no no no no. Andrewmada tell her I'm not Hector."

I did not realize he spoke to me, till Helen looked to me with her blue eyes. I looked to………Norm, and hissed, "Andromache!" He rolled his eyes, "Fine. Tell her I am not Hector!"

I looked to Helen, "He's not Hector."

Helen looked from me to Norm completely confused. He ran his hands through his hair and looked to the heavens. Muttering to himself, "I'm going to need a smoke. Damn that embassy better have an open bar."

"Has Paris seen him?"

I shook my head, "No. I am taking him to the road."

Helen lifted her perfect eyebrows.

Norm waved, "Amdamake could we hurry, I have phone calls to make, I'd like to make them while America is still asleep." The rest of his request was muttered. I could only make out enough to know he would be yelling at the persons he called. However he called them, the man was a mystery. I still turned to him and growled, "Andromache!"

"Andremacha?"

I rolled my eyes and told him rather impatiently, "Just do as before when you didn't know my name!" At that I stormed onward through the remaining woods, Norm close behind, "You want me to call you lady?"

My impatience was only growing, I spun around as I walked, pointing at him. "I do not care what you call me! So long as you can properly pronounce it!"

I fear I offended the man. But did not care, in truth I did. But I turned and continued on through the forest. It was silent for a moment till he asked, "What kinda name is that?"

"Thebe."

"Egyptian?"

Again I turned but came to a stop as I did so, this surprised him as he stopped as well, Helen could be heard following us. Though she was not as accustomed to the forest. "It is Not Egyptian! Thebe is her own land!"

"Since when?"

I did not know! I could not think with this man so close! He was driving me mad! As Hector had when we courted, this was different, this man was not Hector. It was not my fault this man was uneducated! "I do not know since when, just do not speak, please!"

Norm lifted both his eyebrows.

Which only tormented me further, "Do not look at me in such a manner either!" At that I spun around on my bandaged feet and kept walking. He followed at a distance this time. I could hear him speaking to himself, "It better be a big bar."

As the forest grew less dense Helen came to my side. Her breathing was rather hurried, "You cannot be serious! You are taking him back to Troy? What if Agamemnon finds out he's there?"

"Who?" Norm asked. To which Helen turned and spoke, "The man responsible for your death."

Norm again sighed, "Look Lady, I am not dead, I am not Hector! I am Norm Gibson, a alive American! I have never once heard of Agamemnon but I'll steer clear of him. Could you please just let the lady lead me to Troy?"

Helen spun around and stopped Norm, "Do you wish to die? That is what will happen if you go back to Troy!"

I kept walking and finally stopped a ways ahead of the two. My feet were beginning to throb from the walking. I looked ahead at the open meadow. The road was not too far from here.

"Listen to me. If I can get to the American Embassy I will be fine. Don't worry." Norm told Helen slowly, as if talking to a child.

I sighed and looked toward the heavens.

While Norm and Helen spoke I continued on through the field. He would catch up as there were no trees or anything between us. The grass was so soft under my sore feet. All I wished to do was lay down and sleep forever. After I got rid of Norm.

"You do not understand! He killed you once!"

"Look Lady! I am alive! The closest to death I've seen has been a bullet! It was not shot by him!"

"Hector!"

"Norm!"

"Do you wish to die again?"

"Are you even listening to me?"

I listened to them while I walked, it distracted me. I shouldn't have been listening. If I had been paying attention I would have seen the road. And the Greeks whom were upon it.