"Washing up?" I ask.
"At the Eternal Banquet," the giant rumbles.
I nod slowly. There's no way anyone can make me wash up after other people. It's not happening. But it's better to nod and agree.
"And where do I find that?" I ask politely.
The giant points in a direction. There's actually a building in the way. I don't think she means the actual building because it's a clothes shop, not a restaurant.
"That line," she rumbles. "You must take the path that gets you closest to it and offer your services when you get there. They'll be happy to take you. A good help is so hard to find these days."
She squints at me, presumably with the intention of frowning at me but the rotting face doesn't really move that way any more. It's still ugly and sickening and horrifying, though.
"I will watch you go and make sure you go in the right direction. I've already seen how useless you are at finding your way."
I open my mouth to disagree but I can't. After all, I'm the one who ended up in Young Andrew's care with no idea how or when. If I could remember what my life was supposed to be, I would assume this was all a bad dream, but I have no memory of anything but this weird place. Although, surely I remember something if I can consider this all weird?
"Fine," I say.
I take the road to the left of the zombie giant's pointed finger and do my best city walk. No-one moves to avoid me and I find myself walking straight into shoulders, elbows, hands, feet, knees. There are curse words and muttering, not all mine. This... Can I say this never happens if I don't remember it?
"Keep going," the giant rumbles. "Don't forget to turn right at the end of the street."
I have no choice but to start shifting around people. I try to do it without looking like I'm giving in or giving ground. I still find myself being nudged out of the way with bags and shoulders. An occasionally waved hand or elbow hits me. Other than glaring at me like I was there to be hit on purpose, the owners totally ignore me. It's like I'm not important enough to notice.
"Keep going," the giant calls out to me.
No-one else seems to hear or see her, either.
I want to hit them all until they notice me. I daren't with the zombie giant watching me. I don't want to find out what the punishment for hitting random strangers is.
"Right!" she calls. "Turn right!"
I do as I'm told.