Lee nearly ran through streets shoving his way past the throngs of crowd heading to to and from the fair. The initial adrenaline had fueled his mission so far but the deeper he made his way into the crowd the more thick and stifling it got. He felt anxious and raw and every bit of noise seemed louder and confusing. Voices all melded into one incoherent mush that was unidentifiable as speech. He pushed harder to break through and eventually shouldered his way into and alley.<br/><br/>"Which way to Forquer through here!" He took hold of a young lad by the lapels with a shake. The youngster scrambled and tried to cuff Lee but Lee easily evaded. "Forquer. Where!" The kid kicked and pointed.<br/><br/>"That way now let go before I...."<br/><br/>Lee shoved him aside and was on the move again before the kid could finish his futile threat. He threaded his way back and forth through the alley ways and side streets, occasionally accosting a waif or bum to point him along his way until finally he emerged onto Forquer Street. He'd slept late into the day and as he made his way down the street looking at the addresses the sun was beginning to set amber in the sky. The lights of the fair would be going on soon; how he wanted to see them again. At the 400 block of Forquer he found what he was looking for and he hesitated only long enough to straighten his clothes and check the bottom of his shoes for horse droppings or anything else that would be incredibly embarrassing to have on one's shoe.<br/><i><br/>
Knock knock knock. </i>He took a step back from the door and waited, fidgeting and looking about.<br/><br/>Bailey had been informed that he could go and he was just topping himself off with his cap when the rapping on the door came. Instead of just opening it, he moved a small hinge plate to the side a peered through the peep hole. Outside he saw a man unknown to him looking about, looking odd. He quickly closed the plate and there was another knock. He looked out again as though it might be someone different. He sighed an indeterminate sigh and closed the plate again. He hurried down the hallway to where Loretta stood. She was his favorite, and he hers. Bailey scantly spoke to his domitor because he was mostly never noticed by the kindred except for when he wanted his shave. And no one ever came to the door, so this, this awkward moment was unprecedented for Bailey.<br/><br/>"Sir, Mr. MacClery, there's an unknown sir at the door knocking..." He paused then looked down the hallway toward the door. "He's just done it again, did you hear? He seems quite impatient and sir, sir, I don't know if you want me to answer it." Bailey was beside himself with his awkwardness and he looked at Loretta whom he was sure hated him ow. She made no show of it, but she was sir's favorite and he was her's. Bailey never knew how long he'd be alive so to speak.