Abilene Kildare's day so far hadn't been very eventful. After reconnecting with a few friends yesterday, she was quite sure the news of her return had spread at least a little through town, and after her delightful day yesterday, she hoped to have more pleasant reconnections today. In a chipper mood, she'd decided to walk down to the docks on the West Pier of Whitby and so was strolling down the street past a few restaurants and a small inn, the ocean only a few minutes' walk away. This part of town was relatively busy this time of day, she noted, and spotted a few faces in the crowd she almost recognized but who didn't seem to know her. As her eyes strayed again to the sea, breathing in the chilly, salty breeze, she bumped into someone and gave a quiet cry. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She turned to see if the person was alright.