<span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">The night wore on in peace and Gwendalin enjoyed her tranquil walk through the trees.  Her gentle smile faded into a placid look of fatigue as she made her way back to the place where slumber awaited her.  At least there she would be able to get in a few hours of sleep before the park was once again full of interlopers with intent to enjoy the scenery.  It wasn't very often that she chose the park instead of homeless shelters but the night was warm enough and the air was soothing enough to make the night at least fairly comfortable.<br/><br/>As she made her way back into the park her footfalls were sluggish.  Her legs were worn down and her eyelids drooped low with needed rest.  She still looked neat and tidy despite her trek through the wilderness but clearly her condition was less than prime.  <br/><br/>There were few people remaining and most of those who were there were either on their way out of the park or minding their own business and in their own little (likely drug-induced) worlds.  Gwendalin paid none of them any mind.  Not even the singular man, sharply dressed with his sneakers to throw off his outfit could garner her attention as she passed not far away from him as she ventured toward the children's play set.  The tunnels made for excellent makeshift beds.</span></span></span>