Hazy morning

You find yourself on the High Street, without fully understanding why.

If you think hard about this, you'll realise this isn't the first time it's happened recently ... but it seems much easier not to think too hard about it.

What is it you're looking for again?

You walk past the Post Office without the slightest flicker, the least inkling, that this is where you've been headed. You almost don't recognise the place.

So, you're probably not looking for stamps or a card, then, you think. Ah well, maybe by a process of elimination...

Puzzled, you pause.

You shake your head as if to clear it, and then continue along the street.



Part One begins here.