Bridget had her routine nearly every single day. She would wake up, eat breakfast and respond to any correspondence before going about her day. Sometimes she would go for a walk if she had nothing better to do.<br/><br/>The snow was sparkling under the morning sun.<br/><br/>A lot of people were saying that this could be a record-breaking snowstorm. Everyone was talking about it, some exaggerating a bit with how deep some of the snow was. But who could blame them? Last night’s storm had been one of the most exciting things that happened in the past month or so. For a while, people had been chomping at the bit for some sort of spice in their life.<br/><br/>Bridget’s thoughts kept going to that girl. She wondered if she managed to find somewhere safe, where she would not draw attention to herself. Something deep down was causing her to be concerned for the girl’s well-being. Maybe it was because she had looked so lost that such a soft spot formed. But she knew she probably shouldn’t’ dwell on it. The girl might be long gone from the city by now, and she would never see her again, for all she knew.<br/><br/>She walked by the coffee shop, hoping to get some coffee.<br/><br/>Something stopped her in her tracks when she turned the corner, toward the place, and somehow was not surprised when she recognized the presence. The temperature had dropped, though not nearly as much as it had the other night. Normal humans, who were not keen to such things, would never take notice. Part of her was surprised. She began looking around to see where the girl was.<br/><br/>She caught sight of her a little further down the road.<br/><br/>“Oh?” Bridget had a few thoughts going through her mind, one of which was wondering if she actually lived around this area. She drew a little closer, “Small world, I suppose.”