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Pushing off the wood, Sydney made her way forwards, sliding her phone into her pocket. “Nora!” she called out, knowing that she’d probably startle her a bit. Her light southern accent stood out in room full of the various accents from the United Kingdom and a few people glanced over, but Sydney didn’t even notice. The only one she had eyes for was now right in front of her. “I hope it isn’t a bad surprise, but I managed to get some tickets while I was in town. Figured I’d stop by to see you after the performance.” 

For someone who’d never left Texas, Sydney was a long way from home. But after years of morning and not knowing, she finally decided to get some answers. While she’d never been the smartest person in the room, Sydney made up for in tenacity. It’d taken her a long time to even have a guess that this person might have a clue about Hanna, about Sam. So she cleared her throat and moved forwards. It doesn’t occur to her to look for similarities to Hanna. Her mind doesn’t even consider it as a possibility. “Excuse me, ma’am. I hate to intrude, but I was hoping that I could borrow a moment of your time for some questions.” It’s difficult to get people to talk to her since Sydney isn’t even a private investigator, she’s just a mother without her child, but usually the politeness allows her to get her foot in the door.