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She sits alone, holding tightly onto a parcel as she scans the sidewalks-they are completely empty. [To any passerby, the young lady looks as if she is waiting for someone. After all, her dress indicates that she is of the upper class and she sits as a lady at tea time does.] Yet little do they know that she is waiting for no one. She is running from someone. And she has taken a brief respite to catch her breath before continuing her trip.
A stranger sits beside her. Fear begins to set in-is he one of the judge’s associates? Sent out to hunt her down and return her to her cage? She has half a mind to run-but the stranger does nothing.
And so she does nothing.
She stares ahead for a while, attempting to ignore his gaze. It is not a malicious or ill gaze, but rather a curious one. Still, she does not like being stared at. And finally, she can take it no longer and turns to the man before politely asking:
~”May I help you?”~
