"So, this is it, huh, Malcolm?" "This is it. It's good to know you Niamh," he said, reaching for her hand. Instead, she kissed his cheek. "Say, Niamh, how do I get out of here and to the closest Dart station?" he asked, a bit set back by her gesture. "Ah, Malcolm, that's an easy one," she answered, almost as if she had anticipated this very question. "When you walk out the front door of Samsara here, you'll go left down Dawson Street until you've reached Trinity College. Then follow the wall around to your right and stay on that path. It'll wind a bit, but stay on that path and eventually you'll see the bridge where the train crosses. It'll take you about ten minutes." "Okay, Niamh, sounds easy, and I can always ask for help if I get lost." "Listen to me, Malcolm," Niamh commanded in a firm, direct tone. "Just do exactly as I say: follow the path and you'll have no problems." "Okay, I'll trust you Niamh," he answered, and trust her is what he was about to do.
