What to do?

Six

You turn around to begin the trudge home. But someone is blocking your way.
She's tall and wafer thin. A pair of thin wire glasses perch on the end of a long skinny nose and eyes from underneath peer out at you. You don't like the eyes. They're big and staring, the eyes of a drowned swimmer desperately reaching, clutching at anything to stop from going under. You know that if they grab onto you you'll both go down. Yet those eyes still implore you. Plead with you. To turn away would be tantamount to murder.
You shake yourself. She isn't drowning, where in the world did a thought like that come from? No, you asure yourself with a second glance, you must be more tired than you thought.
Still, there is something of a searching in those eyes. She shifts from foot to foot and licks her lips as her eyes dart around, but when they do rest on you there is a yearning of a question unasked.
There is a ring on her finger that she's twisting, with such intensity one would think her finger would have a groove.
She wants to talk to you, of that much you are certain. But why? Should you talk to this woman, who is so obviously wants to talk to you? Then again, who knows who she is, or why she's so obviously nervous. Stranger danger, isn't that what Dad always says?

~ If you decide to talk to the woman, go to chapter 10.
~ If you decide not to, go to chapter 11.