now , transported back in time , she arrived again at this same location , her memory unlocking an image of the same woman , much younger , crossed-legged on the floor , telling a story ... inventing a story ... about ... she struggled to bring it from the fringes of her mindyes , a story about a wombat who lived by the billabong , her own special wombat , not the famous muddle-headed wombat from the abc childrens session , but hers .