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was probably unconscious on the London Underground, going around and
     around on the Circle Line, where that man had left me.
    I reached for the flaps and knew that as soon as I pulled them back, I would find myself back on that tube train, surrounded
     by armed police officers. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and yanked back the flaps of material hanging over the entrance
     to the wagon. With my eyes still shut, I listened. I could hear voices. Cops, just like I knew there would be. Opening my
     eyes, I looked out and gasped. The night sky was black and star-shot. I had never seen so many stars before. They looked so
     clear and bright and there were thousands of them. The sky had never looked this perfect before – not in London, anyhow.
    I glanced down from the sky and followed the sound of the voices. There was a fire burning, and sitting around it were four
     people. The orange glow of the fire gave them a warm ghostly look. One of them looked up and I recognised him from my dream.
     The preacher - or was he a priest? He was taller than I remembered him, standing at least six-foot-four tall. He was slim,
     and without the dark-brimmed hat I remembered him to wear, his hair was black and cut short. At the front, he had a streak
     of hair that was snow white, a bit like a skunk. In the glow of the fire, his eyes were still a sharp blue and seemed to cut
     right through me. That white coloured moustache drooped down over his top lip like a bike handlebar, and matched the blaze
     of white hair that streaked back from his brow. Despite his white moustache, behind it, I could see that he wasn’t that
     old, no more than forty.
    “Come and join us,” he said, gesturing me forward with a strong-looking hand.
    I didn’t say anything and I looked at the others who had all turned to stare at me. There were two women and another
     man.
    “You have nothing to fear,” the preacher called. “Please come and join us. We have Elk soup and chilli beans
     in the pot.”
    What’s Elk?
I wondered.
Or did he say Elf?
This shit just keeps getting crazier and crazier. I really must have banged my head hard, back in 2012.
    “Please,” one of the women said, smiling back at me. From where I was standing, I was struck by her prettiness.
     Her long black hair and dark brown eyes reflected the flames from the fire. “Come and warm yourself.”
    I climbed down from the back of the wagon, and with each of their eyes on me; I made my way towards the fire. Hunkering down,
     I crossed my legs and sat down next to the pretty-looking woman who had spoken to me.
    “I’m Louise Pearson,” she said, offering me a smile.
    Sitting so close to her, I could see she was in her early thirties, with raven black hair which she had pulled into a ponytail
     at the base of her neck. It was fixed in place with a piece of leather string. She wore a beige coloured blouse, which was
     open at the throat, and blue trousers similar to jeans, which were flared at the bottom. Like my own feet, hers were covered
     in a scuffed pair of boots. Over the blouse, Louise wore a faded sleeveless black jacket, similar to a waistcoat. Strapped
     to her thighs were two revolvers. The barrels were so long that they nearly reached her knees.
    Before I’d had a chance to say anything, the other woman, who was seated next to Louise, spoke. “My name’s
     Zoe Edgar. The preacher has told us all about you.”
    “Has he?” I said, glancing across the fire at him. I wondered what he knew about me.
    “He said you are English and come from London. Is that true?” she asked, her voice sounding kind of excited.
    “I guess,” I whispered, looking at her, still unable to comprehend how I’d come to be sitting around a campfire
     dressed as a cowgirl and talking to a group of people who should have long since died.
    “You don’t sound too sure,” Zoe came back, her green eyes sparkling in the light of the fire. She was no
     older than eighteen, and like Louise, she was