On one's pat, on one's tod— It needn't mattered how she was surrounded by a vast amount of people, Doris still felt at the pit of her stomach the feeling of emptiness. Her nerves were practically going haywires, making her feel stiff and out of place. Many people were all huddled with their own groups preparing to receive the call for when the boat was ready to be boarded. There were smiles among the excited individuals, some clearly family, and others even...even clearly lovers.

Desolate eyes fluttered down towards the pavement as the uneasy feeling from within only intensified. Seeing these devotees... it made this all feel the more worse. Seeing them all smiling, laughing, holding one another— it brought her a great feeling of isolation and, dare I say, abandonment.

A loud bellowing horn blared out from the boat, forcing the dame to lift her head up and turn her attention to it. Following this horn came a quick announcement, a voice, seeming to be the captain, called through with a—

❝ TEN MINUTES BEFORE WE'RE READY TO BOARD !!! please begin to form a line near the dock ❞

Crowds passed by Doris in a hurry, beginning to line up in their designated areas- but she, she couldn't. No matter if the announcement was telling her to move, no matter if they were almost ready to begin their sail; her feet stayed glued to the very spot she was at.

Frantically, she began to look over the others heads, trying her best to see if she could spot Edgar anywhere. As she waited, she kept letting people cut past her, seeming far more concerned about where he could be rather than her departure or place in line.

ah, thank you so much! ;v; these are very useful, bless