If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Emerson had only been in town for a few weeks (heck, she’d only been in America for a few weeks) but it’d already been enough to tell that things were definitely....different here. Even more so as the days crept by. Even the storm the night before had been..odd, and it’d left Emerson feeling off the rest of the day. So much so that she took a wrong turn down the wrong street, lost in her thoughts. She ended up walking through a grassy area to try and find her way back to the center of town (and it confused her just how...vibrant the grass was, how much it was growing around her to the point that it almost tripped her despite the chill in the air and winter around corner) until she saw familiar buildings and stores again, and when she saw the coffeeshop, the relief she felt must have been palpable.

Unwinding the scarf from around her neck, Emerson let out a shaky little breath, telling herself to calm down and she was fine when she heard a wailing noise and she looked over, seeing a crying baby and whom she could only assume was the baby’s father--looking almost as frazzled as she felt. Just the same though, Emerson felt a tug within her to go over and...help. In some way. And when she saw the pacifier at the man’s feet she immediately headed over, reaching down to grab it and biting her lip as she tentatively tapped him on the shoulder. “E-Excuse me? Sorry, I um...I think she might..be wanting this? Maybe?”