"Well, it's supposed to be that way."
Evalina looks around the market place desperately, eyes searching for some familiar landmark or a signpost. But, as always, the two seem to be lost to her and instead she lets her feet guide her aimlessly. Lost. Always lost. The world just seemed a lot bigger when it wasn’t being looked at from a map or a photograph. Sighing, she’s about to give up on her search for the stall she’d been looking for and attempt to make her way home when she sees a familiar face at some cafe on the other side of the street. Maybe not so much a friendly face, but a face she knew was of some small comfort. Perhaps he’d tell her some directions, so long as he’s not being grumpy. So, with careful steps she makes her way to him, threading through the crowds of people to stand beside Lance’s cafe table. Lacing her fingers in front of her, she coughs quietly to try and get his attention. “Um, well… excuse me, Mr Knight… wait, are you sleeping… Oh no, what if your drink’s been poisoned. Mr Knight, are you okay? Mr Knight?!” In her sudden panic she places a hand on the man’s shoulder, giving him a surprisingly strong shake.
