Calmer now, Bronwyn actually paid attention to her surroundings as she wandered up Bourbon street. There were bars and restaurants lining both sides of the street, and people everywhere, drinks in hand. Music of every kind poured from every door, mixing and sometimes clashing on the street. Even as late as it was, no one showed any signs of stopping or closing. Bronwyn wasn't sure how much she liked it. The upside was that nearly every person was drunk, so if any one noticed anything odd about her clothing or demeanor, they immediately forgot or dismissed it.<br/>Bronwyn searched until she found a Bank of America ATM, then withdrew several hundred dollars. Next she searched for any shop that would likely sell clothes and still be open. She ended up getting directions from a bartender to the nearest Walmart, who was delighted to be able to give her directions in his native french tongue.<br/>Several hours later, as the dawn was approaching, Bronwyn was finally clean and dressed in clean clothes. She had found jeans and her typical black button-down, settled for tennis shoes until she could find a decent pair of boots, and collected all the other necessary items and paid up front, then washed up and changed in the bathroom.<br/>She walked outside, then turned around and walked back in. The sky was brightening, making way for the coming of the sun. Bronwyn felt like a fool. She had nowhere to hide from the sun and dawn was only minutes away. If even the dimmest ray of sun grazed her skin, she would blister and burn. The sunlight in the middle of the day would kill her in seconds. Fighting rising panic, Bronwyn headed for the back of the store, glancing nervously at the skylights. She had once waited out a day in a Walmart, before it had become common practice to utilize daylight in an effort to save electricity. Cheap bastards.<br/>Bronwyn slipped into the stock room unnoticed. No skylights here. If she could find a place to hide, she could wait out the day, safe from the sun.<br/>She ended up climbing to the very top of the racks where overstock was stacked and pushing some boxes away from the wall, making a space for her to lay down. As long as no employees needed anything from the top rack where she was hidden, she would be fine.<br/>Bronwyn sighed, feeling extremely foolish, and resigned herself to wait.