Gen was feeling more comfortable now that she had finally started to talk to more people. She still did not know what to do with most of her time. So she walked and ran. She knew the station quite well by now. Snuffles was at her heels as always. Sometimes she could almost pretend that it was really her father that ran with her.
The sight of a far too familiar face made her stop in her tracks. "Greg?" Or was it Alex. No. Greg. The boy wouldn't know her. Not her her, just a different her.