In which I've become Edgerton's hardest hunt

When I wake up again another day has passed, and the sun is just getting up. My stomach rumbles, reminding me I haven't eaten in three days, so the first thing I do is look around for some food. 'I've always thought of people eating out of dumpsters as stupid, but right now, I don't have a lot of options. '

It seems like the alley I've chosen is connected to a bakery or something like that, as I find a lot of pastries in the dumpster closest to me. I sniff them first, trying to determine if they're edible, and then I divide them into pieces before eating the ones that look and smell okey. Thankfully there's enough of them to somewhat satiate my hunger.

After I'm done eating I peek out of the alley, trying to see if I'm being observed. When it seems safe I walk out, turning right and back into the city. As I walk I can't help but notice all the cars. 'Well, it seems pollution is a foreign word here…' Thankfully there are little people on the streets this early, so I'm able to navigate fairly easy. The people I do meet give me a wide berth, looking at me as if I'm some kind of disease. I don't know how long I've been walking when I come to what seem to be some kind of special place. It's a green place, like a park, but there are a lot of buildings there too. The buildings are yellow, and it seems like a peaceful place, with a peaceful atmosphere, unlike the rush around.

I walk around a little and find a pond with this low bridge over. After I look around, no one's here, I crouch down and begin to wash myself. After a few minutes of scrubbing I stop, hearing voices near. And turn away. 'I don't really want to leave this place yet. And I still have to dry, walking around while wet will only attract more attention. ' I sneak around until I spot a tree which with tight branches, which will serve well to keep me invisible. After I've climbed the tree I just sit there dozing, thinking I'll be hard to find here. I also think about my situation.

'As far as I know, I'm not being stalked by anyone besides the FBI. Which isn't at all comforting. And far away from any consulate, and I have no way of really getting through to them. I could probably borrow a computer at a library to send an email, but what would I tell them? "Hello I'm an approximately 26 year old girl with blue eyes and blue-ish white hair that used to be honey coloured. I'm from right outside Oslo, but I currently unsure of my name since I had a fight with my family. And I also have amnesia, so there's probably a lot I'm not remembering". Yeah, I'm sure that would go really well. If I only had a photo of myself.' Suddenly voices from below startle me out of my musings.

"Hey, Charlie wait up."

"Hey Don, what's up?"

I recognise one of the voices as one of the suits from the harbour, but the other is new.

"Do you have some time, I've just got a case and I could really use your help. "

"Sure, we just started the semester so everything is quite slow. What's the problem?"

"We have this drug lord who's just relocated here, and a running witness."

"Okey. I'm gonna need all the information you can get me. "

"Sure. I'll tell Ian to drop by to update you."

At the sound of his name I tense. It seems I won't be able to escape him here.

"Edgerton's on this case?"

"Yeah, right now he's tracking the witness, but he doesn't have a lot to go on, it seems she's really good at hiding."

At this I almost laugh. Good at hiding, sure. More like dumb luck. The two of them walk away, the Charlie guy saying something about needing to go to his office for writing down the information. Or something like that. I slip down the tree and try to keep a low profile as I get back out on the streets.

-?-

Quite some time have gone by since I overheard the conversation under the tree. I know that at least a couple of months have passed since the leaves have started falling off, but luckily I'm so far south the cold haven't been a problem. I'm still running from the creepy tracker, and he has been terrifyingly close to catching me sometimes, but I've always managed to escape somehow. It seems all my luck has been spared for this chase. I'm also surprised at how smoothly the transition from my everyday life to this chase has gone. I'm still terrified most of the time, but my survival instincts seem to have gotten quite the boost, so I'm really doing quite well. I'm able to find food, even if most of it comes from dumpsters, and I have a lot of holes to spend the night in. My memory has yet to return fully, but one part has returned. Now when I think of Edgerton I see blood.

'And that's just creepy. I don't faint at blood, but even I have my limits, and seeing nothing but blood while in a lot of pain just freaks me out.'

Even so I've still managed to somehow become friends with Professor Charles Eppes and his wife Amita. 'God knows how that happened! Not that they know I'm being chased. Edgerton's a dangerous guy, and even if it seems like they're friends, I don't think they will benefit from knowing they've been befriending a fugitive. Even if I'm not a criminal.'

-?-

They day start quietly, and I should have learned by now that that's never a good sign. But alas I just continue my day. Starting with looking for the creepy tracker, finding some food, and walking towards CalSci to hopefully meet up with my new friends.

I get there early, as I still rise with the sun, and can't help but notice the dark blue minivan parked near the math department. I don't know why I hone in on it, but I figure that it's because it's so unusual. Most students and faculty drives small cars, used primary for people transportation. I sneak around it, trying not to let them see me; after all, they might be FBI looking for me. I believe I succeed too. Then I see Charlie striding towards me, and the itching of his fingers tells me that he came early to work on some project, and aren't very aware of his surroundings. 'How shall I surprise him now? Jump out and say boo? Block his path?' My musings are cut short when suddenly a lot of things happened very quickly. The minivan's door open, the car starts and two guys jump out and grab Charlie. I react before I can think it trough and dive under the car to grab the pipes, and not a second later the cars speeds out of CalSci.