With each passing foot, the trail of shifted cobblestones became more and more faint. Yet I continued to follow it mindlessly, determined to find its end. Through the windings of streets flooded with shops and tantalizing smells, I followed.
Then, somewhere along the way, I stopped. I had no idea how far I had walked, but I quickly realized I was in a busy intersection filled with people. Have they not seen this headless giant roaming the city? I looked for remnants of shock on their faces -- but not a trace.
Upon this mind-and-body-halting realization, I sat down on the unoccupied footsteps of what appeared to be an apartment entryway, and began thinking. Am I going crazy? Was there something I drank today? Something I ate?
I looked up to find the trail again so I could at least finish the journey I had begun. But there, where I thought I came from, was nothing, absolutely nothing. There were certain cobblestones that were more shifted than others, but nothing out of the ordinary, like it appeared before. I diagnosed myself as sleep deprived and proceeded to find a coffee shop where I purchased a double espresso and croissant. I took a window seat and let my thoughts drift like river currents.
Within a quarter hour's time, I saw Lenka and the group across the street. There seemed to be fewer people than before, but the girl with the tattoo, four slick-haired men, and older gentleman with his lady were all still there, as was Esteban.
"I didn't realize we were allowed to take coffee breaks," he whispered to me.
"Oh, hush, Esteban. I think I lost my mind for a moment there," I tried to explain myself.
"Did you find it?"
"I think so."
"Good, please try to hold on to it. We need it for the rest of our trip."
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