She had been so very tired... Either she had just been too busy, or she was not feeling well. The tired young woman made her way through the marketplace, her eyelids drooping some. The scent of the market did not settle well upon her that day, either, and she was feeling rather poorly. With a sigh, she paused at the fabric stall and fought the urge to run her fingers over the silk she saw. A wave of emotion hit her out of nowhere. There would be no silk; there would only be serviceable fabrics in severe colors that did nothing for her appearance. Her hair would forever be pulled back in a severe bun.

Then too was the fact she would never see her brother smiling or laughing again... or listen to one of her father's rambling stories... Or mama and she sitting over tea whenever she visited from school. All of that was gone and she was toiling her life away, grateful for the roof over her head but sometimes wishing Dr. Wells would... remember that she was new to all of this. She had grown depressed and quiet for the most part, only feeling alive again when she'd been with Vik. Her visits with him were the only thing she looked forward to lately.

Even now, she wished she was with him, staring up into his electric blue eyes as she is just about to... Bump into someone. "Ooh, I am sorry," she said, not realizing it was Douglas at first.