Dagmar Lost -

But Dagmar, watching the tracks dissolve behind her like unwritten sentences, smiled for the first time in weeks.

Dagmar stood at the edge of the train platform, suitcase in one hand, ticket in the other, and realized she could not remember which city she had just left. Not the name of it. Not the face of the man who had driven her to the station. Not the color of the kitchen where she had eaten breakfast. Dagmar Lost

A child across the aisle asked his mother, "Where is that lady going?" But Dagmar, watching the tracks dissolve behind her

No, she thought. Not lost. Just not found yet. suitcase in one hand

The mother whispered, "Shh. She's lost."