"I do”, she replied softly as she put away her book and stood up to her full height. “You don’t sound like the other porters ”, she added as she looked at the man in his uniform. She ignored the man’s discomfort as she pointed to her things. “Do be careful, I’m waiting for my Uncle—a Mr. Blacke. Would you know of him?”, she asked as she tried not look too lost in the crowd. She was uncertain about how to find her uncle or any of his family, for that matter. Aisha felt like she had been duped and dumped in the middle of nowhere, and deep down in places she would not admit to, she was angry and a little scared.