"Cheer up" said B10, "I bet you'll be right as rain in an hour."
I felt as though I was underwater. Clawing my way to standing, I pointed weakly ahead. 'Pharmacie' it read, in large green lettering on the other side of the road. If I could make it there, I thought, I might just survive. French meds are pretty hardcore.
An hour later, as I finished my Earl Grey tea, hugging the side of the sofa in Citizen Coffee, I was beginning to improve. I was barely awake, but the worst of it had passed. I felt strong enough to walk.
As my phone didn't work abroad, due to the incomprehensible workings of the Chief Incompetence Officer at EE, I'd been given The Raver's mobile phone so I could find them all when I was ready to leave the café. "Where are you?" I muttered to Welsh.
After returning to the square empty handed, my travel companions were nowhere to be seen. And having given back The Raver's phone, it seemed sensible to head to the station as I was more likely to run into them there than in the middle of Rouen. So I set off at a quick pace, as time was ticking on and the next Dieppe train wasn't for another 2 hours.
As I neared la gare, it became clear they weren't waiting outside. But they weren't waiting for me inside either. And when I reached the platform and scanned the passengers through the train windows for their faces, I realised the situation had suddenly become serious.
I was alone in Rouen with no phone, no numbers, no address of where we were staying and limited funds. But being alone in Dieppe with no phone, no numbers, no address of where we were staying and limited funds was preferable. With it being a smaller place, there was a higher probability that we'd find one another. And as I had only moments to make my decision as the conductor was blowing her whistle, I got on the train.
To be continued...