Hopes stepped off the train, quickly glanced both ways along the platform and paused to touch the front of her coat trim which closed itself around her, keeping the cold and rain out. She twisted the faux button to turn the warmer up, these terminal stations were outside the Area of Equalisation and exposed to the elements.
“What a godforsaken place to end up, jeez. “ Hopes said out loud to nobody in particular or rather nobody at all as the platform and train behind her were empty, no normal soul would ever venture this far out. Speaking so loud like that would not be the respectful norm of the usually peaceful Transit stations and would have elicited a response from auto-security asking ironically if there was a problem needing reporting. This far out from the hubs didn’t even warrant the installation of arbitrary control mech.
“How right you are, Compeer Hopes.” Came a voice from just out of her eye line.
Hopes didn’t so much jump on hearing the voice but rather squatted, her arms raised in the balanced and sturdy position ready for both defence and attack. She scanned the area where the voice had seemed to come from, shifting her head on her neck like a bird trying to see if the slight change in angle might reveal something.
“Oh, do relax my dear, if we had wanted to hurt you we would have done so before now, surely. It has been a long time since anyone has been foolish enough or indeed curious enough to venture this far along the line.”
“What do you want?” Hopes said impassively, deliberately expressing not a hint of emotion. “Who are you? How did you get…here?” She remained prone, alert.
“Many questions, so quickly tell you are a lot more nervous and worried than you intend to show. I’m going to step forward so you can see me, please don’t blindly rush me, you will see I’m harmless…well, relatively speaking I’m not but right now, physically, I am…harmless that is.”
Hopes looked to the voice and saw a subtle loosening of the air, the shadows shifted slightly and the solidity of the greensteel wall liquefying briefly before the figure became apparent, the colour and contrast deepening quickly until the woman was in full view with her hands raised slightly.
Even though Hopes had been ready for anything, for anyone, to be revealed she was not ready for this, at least her mind could not quite recognise nor place the woman. Neither friend nor foe came to mind, the woman looked like nobody she knew but nevertheless was still oddly familiar. The woman’s old, lived in face didn’t fit the fashion she was wearing for this time, her coat was twentieth century perhaps French but her boots were…well not of any time or fashion Hopes could identify, they were dull blue but shimmered without any shadow or depth to the many moving creases and folds to the material. The deep green, belt tied, coat was banging on her memory doors trying to get out shouting “I had one like that.”
Hopes attention returned to the woman’s, now smirking, face. She still couldn’t figure out why the woman seemed both a stranger and familiar at the same time. The corner of the woman’s smile was turned up, quirkily; her eyes were beaming, belying the hoary age of the skin taught over the prominent cheek bones. Those bones… while having the subtle shape of age were triggering memories of curves deep within Hopes. Her instinct and intuition were flip-flopping between fight or flight then spiralling around relax or attack.
“Your mind is in turmoil, accept this and move on, accept I’m harmless standing just here.” The woman continued “You won’t understand this now but you will later, give in to that fact and bring your mind in to focus. You need to do that now.” Her fingers clicking in emphasis.
Hopes did as she was told, more out of self preservation and needing to bring her mind back from overloaded confusion rather than following the woman’s orders.
“Hopes. You recognise me, don’t you? There is a good reason for that which will become very clear very soon but for now you just need to listen and remember, we only have a short window to get this done without anything changing.”
“What? No, tell me who you are.” Hopes tried to counter.
“Hopes!” The woman demanded her attention quite loudly. “Listen to me. Now!”
“OK” Hopes began to reply but the woman cut her off before she had even managed to get it out.
“I. Am. You. Yes I am. Mu…our mum’s last words were the combination to the safe. Correct?”
Hopes nodded slowly but unconvinced.
“I’m not going to say the whole thing just in case there is the very slight chance someone or something is listening. The first number was 13 and the third number was followed by a right turn.”
“How the fu…” exclaimed Hopes.
“I know because you know, I now because we know. I know because I was there when mum died. I know because I am you, a bit older yes but I’m you. I was you stood just there quite a few years ago listening to me, just the same as you are now.” The woman gave Hopes a moment to comprehend, or rather to begin comprehending what she had just said.
There was gap in the conversation filled by the relentless sound of the rain hitting the platform roof and the wind whipping along the track.
“If, and I say this without having to accept what you’ve just said, if you are me as you say then what do you want? Why are you here talking to me…us I mean…you…uh it makes no sense?” Hopes hands went to hold the sides of her head but she corrected herself, letting her arms fall loosely and ready for action again. Just in case.
“In a moment you have to board the train again, before the doors shut or else you will be left here and not be able to get back until someone else decides to come out here looking again and you know how little anyone comes this far out The Area. We only have a few seconds so listen and remember what I’m about to say.”
Hopes glanced behind her at the open train door and nodded back at the woman.
“Good. Go back, find mum’s electronic safe in her house, it’s behind the old fireplace. You’ll have to work out yourself how to do this without being caught and stopped by the museum security. Remove the fire bricks and keep going in to the wall, you’ll find it. The combination is the same as the old safe only in reverse and L for left and R for right. Enter that on the keypad, it will still work. The door won’t open but something else will happen and you will find out what mum was working on. You’ll then realise that they killed her, who killed her and why. Do you understand? Have you got that?
Hopes just nodded, mouth flapping soundlessly.
“When you have done that, return here and wait. Someone will contact you, give them the information I’ve just told you, all will become clear, I promise you. Then go and stop what those controlling bastards are trying to accomplish before they also find out how to.”
“Who?” Hopes was confused who she was suppose to stop. “I don’t know who those people are.”
“ You will.” The woman smiled broadly. “Get on the train now.”
Hopes walked gingerly back through the train door, without taking her eyes off the woman, or rather if she was to be believed, herself.
The woman faded back in to the green steel again but before she disappeared completely and before the doors of the train hissed shut the woman shouted, with a laugh.
“ Remember you are all our Hopes for the Future.”