Dune-Epsilon

An old woman stood browsing produce. Other shoppers paid little attention to her until a teenage girl with short, bright blue hair and odd, flamboyant clothing approached her. A delinquent, they probably though. “There you are. Come on, we need to get moving,” said the blue-haired girl. “Hello. Do I know you?” asked the old woman. This got the girl several dirty looks. “Yes, I’m your granddaughter, Pixie.” “Oh, that’s right,” said the woman. “Do you know where I am? Or what my name is?” “Your name is Maggie, we’re grocery shopping.” A few dirty loo