the freak in the mirror

There's so many things to see, Father, I can hardly take all of them in. The last few days, you've helped me learn so much about this world, but today I'm exploring on my own, without any kind of escort. It feels so strange to be able to go anywhere I like, whenever I like, and while the open spaces make me nervous if I'm in them for too long, I make myself go further and further each day. Today, I'm visiting the shops at the place called the mall. It's a bit like I remember Fort Frolic being once upon a time, only instead of casinos and theatres there are clothes and food and devices and books, oh, the books! I could read all day, but this won't be that day. And the people, it's mostly children, a few families and so many children my age I can hardly believe it.

I've already gone to one clothing shop, it was a little embarrassing because I've never shopped like that before and I had to ask for help. The sales girl was kind, though, and oh-so helpful. There was so much to look at and try on, and each item in so many different colors, like I've never seen in Rapture. I think she was afraid I might never leave. But she sure was happy when I paid my bill and packed up all of my bags. I'm even wearing some of what I purchased. Trousers in something called leopard-print, a vest, and white shirt underneath. I'm off to get shoes next, and a coat. I can't continue to go clomping around in my diving boots, can I? And while the cold isn't bothering me too much, I've received some very strange looks walking around without a coat.

There's a map of the building in the corridor and I'm looking at it closely, trying to locate a place to purchase shoes when I feel someone brush against me. I'm ashamed of what happened next, Father. I can't help it, it's still instinct, and I spin, sprinting a few feet out of the way, almost faster than a person could see. My bags fell to the ground and the brightly-colored clothes spilled out all over the ground.