Now, considering that Pierre-Joan was not acquainted or in any way familiar or affiliated with the woman he saw sitting on the edge of the bench at bus station, he was rather shocked to discover that she was aware of his name and had written it down on the book she was carrying with her. Histoire seemed distant, absent from the present moment, so much so that she did not notice the man standing right next to her with a questioning glare. He tried not once but twice to gain her attention but not once did she avert her eyes from the book in hand. She continued to write his last name.