“Oh this is really not at all fair, you know,” Jeannie said. While there was no one near her, she still spoke as though holding a conversation. In a way, she was, as she was chiding The City for her current predicament.
“I must get home. Sir Guy will be home soon and he will want his supper! You are just being difficult because he is my new master.” That might not be the best thing to bring up, actually, now that she thought about it. Because she had sort of bent the rules in order to make that happen, all but putting her bottle in Sir Guy’s hands. But it was not as though she had been doing anything for The City that it could not do for itself. Sir Guy needed her. And Jeannie needed to be needed.
Coming to yet another intersection that she did not recognize, Jeannie stomped her foot and fumed. It was petulance, pure and simple, and she was not at all pleased. She did not know where she was, but the last time she had been in a neighborhood like this, Dr. Simontam had been there to rescue her. Jeannie did not like this at all.
Hurrying down a street that seemed too dark even during the waning daylight hours, Jeannie was relieved to see open sky as she emerged from between two very large and imposing warehouses. Until she realized that she now knew where she was. She had not seen this exact spot since her arrival in The City, but this was where she had washed up in her bottle. She was at the docks. Was this The City’s way of reminding her that it had set her free? Was it trying to re-stake a claim?
“Well too bad,” she said aloud. “I am going home now.”
If only she could figure out which way home was. Going back through the warehouses was very unappealing, so instead, Jeannie began making her way along the docks themselves. Surely it had to lead to a less intimidating area eventually. Did it not?