Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 2 - Page 32

Ulysses & the Fugitive - Ch. 5: Wandering By Alfred Underhill Ulysses and the young woman walked in silence. Occasionally, she'd meet his gaze with a guarded expression. He thought it might be a good idea to find a different place to sit down. Maybe he could get her to talk a little more, ask her where she was staying. With these thoughts in mind, he steered them toward the outer edge of the burn. It wasn't always quiet around the perimeter, but it was easier to find space that was. Ulysses mused about their appearance on the perimeter radar: two blips in a sea of blips. Then he considered how weird it was that he hadn't thought about the radar system at all until now, despite having known about it before leaving Denver. The perimeter team used radar to monitor Black Rock's borders and to send out patrols to keep folks from sneaking in without a ticket. Not that they'd wander out of the burn, him and...? Ulysses grimaced at the realization that he didn't know his silent companion's name. "Hey, what's your name?" He stopped and looked at her as he said it. The lady also stopped, but her expression was blank. He tried again. "What's your name? Who are you?" He said pointing at her. "My name is Ulysses. Ulysses," he said, pointing to himself. "Yoolissseees," she responded, pointing to herself. "No, no. I am Ulysses, and you are?" He gestured to himself when he said his own name then to her. Comprehension flashed across her face. "Ah, Nehra. Nehra." She tapped her chest slightly while saying her name. "Ulysses," she said, more naturally this time, pointing toward him. "Yeah, that's right. Great. We know each other's names now." He smiled at her. She returned a much too toothy smile that reminded Ulysses of a shark. He suppressed a grimace, and gestured for her to follow him.