~how will he find me?~

[sixpearls]

Enter a young woman, properly dressed in a hooded walking-about cloak over her pink Victorian day-dress, a parasol in her hand, although closed. She has the uncertain look of one who is not entirely sure that she knows where she is, but hasn't yet worked out the courage or the inclination to ask for a grounding.

Finally she reaches out one small, delicate hand to halt the nearest passerby, saying, "Oh, do pardon me, but I am terribly afraid I have lost my way."