DAY 89, Early Evening (Sundown but not quite Dusk)
The sun was shining bright on that early morning in Baton Rouge. The Louisiana heat and humidity was already getting to Gisela as she was rushing to get to her first day of classes at Louisiana State University, School of Veterinary Medicine. "Mon Dieu, I'm late, I'm soo late, sacré bleu!" She continued running as the sweat poured down her brow while she wiped it away and pushed back her unusually green hair. She was still getting curious looks from the Rougians walking by. She thought that the humidity was far too unusual for that late in August, or as she thought in her head Août in her born tongue. I don't remember it ever being this humid in Cerfontaine. She thought longingly of her birth home in the Walloon region of Belgium. As she was running down West Lakeshore Drive, someone on a scooter rushed past going the opposite direction and ran her off the road. She fell sideways and rolled down the grassy slope as her books flew in the air. She finally landed in what she thought was College Lake but something pulled her under the water. She was screaming for dear life "Aide Moi! Aide Moi!" Until she realized her error that even though historically all of Louisiana was French, not one person around heard or even understood what she was shouting. She was thinking "Je suis trés stupide! Que stupidité!" even as the sudden whirlpool pulled her deeper and deeper into the lake that she knew was just not that deep. As she lost her ability to hold her breath she blacked out.
When she came to she was sitting in the shallows of what looked like a vast lake in a beautiful countryside. She thought she had somehow been transported back to Belgium. When she tried to call out to a horse-drawn wagon that was passing by on the road just along the lakeside, it had stopped. She heard voices coming from the three people on the wagon, one driving and the other two sitting in the back. She saw that the two back-seaters were a woman and a man. The man was a large, burly beast of a man; with blond hair. She though, Ce dégoûté! Il est une brute! And just as she had finished saying that she noticed that the woman suddenly turned her head to look at her. It struck her that not only did the woman have the same shade of hair that she did, but now that she saw her face she saw herself and she thought Quelle la Fou! And then her jaw dropped and she realized that her mouth was open so she then closed it.
When she came to she was sitting in the shallows of what looked like a vast lake in a beautiful countryside. She thought she had somehow been transported back to Belgium. When she tried to call out to a horse-drawn wagon that was passing by on the road just along the lakeside, it had stopped. She heard voices coming from the three people on the wagon, one driving and the other two sitting in the back. She saw that the two back-seaters were a woman and a man. The man was a large, burly beast of a man; with blond hair. She though, Ce dégoûté! Il est une brute! And just as she had finished saying that she noticed that the woman suddenly turned her head to look at her. It struck her that not only did the woman have the same shade of hair that she did, but now that she saw her face she saw herself and she thought Quelle la Fou! And then her jaw dropped and she realized that her mouth was open so she then closed it.