The homunculus stood still, blankly staring out the window. His hands were limp at his sides and his pupils dilate for less than a second. No matter what Rune, or anyone else said, there was something completely transfixing him. Within a moment, he turned back toward Rune and lowered his voice to an uncharacteristically calm tone.<br/><br/>"Rune? Could you do me a big favor and take over here for a little bit?" there was a strange politeness about the request and though he was talking to the man, his gaze was far off and distant, "There's something I need to take care of,". Before even receiving a response, Fes walks out from behind the counter and towards the large doors of the back room.<br/><br/>As if on cue, a bubble of chatter, footsteps and happy shrieks flood into the building as droves of people stream in through the front doors of the store and the mid morning bustle kicks up into full gear.<br/>____________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>A head of black curls bounce along as a little girl in a cream colored dress walks hops, skips and toddles excitedly. One of her hands loosely clutched the hand of a small older woman. Her face was very aged: deep set wrinkles on her face and blue-green veins visible beneath her palid milky skin. Her eyes were similarly milky around the edges; her light blue eyes possibly losing their sight. A pair of spectacles sat on her nose and her pure white, cottony hair framed her face. The hand that wasn't held by the child was holding a large floral clutch bag close to her chest as if securing it against her chest was the only way of ensuring it didn't slip from her grasp; the bag looked as if it were made purposefully to match the long sleeved blouse she wore.<br/><br/>The old woman smiled as she walked into the building, slowly raising the clutch into the air to wave at Rune as she entered and made her way through the store. She immediately strode towards Rune unhurriedly and looked up at him with a kind, gentle smile that tells that she's quite the regular.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Rune sweetie. Looking good as ever I see," she added with a chuckle "One day I'm going to get at the secret at how you've stayed looking so young for all these years,". At that moment, the little girl wordlessly tugged at the woman's hand and looked up at her with pleading eyes to which the old woman nodded  "you go find yourself a nice book and find a seat at the cafe, I'll be there in a moment,". The girl gave her a bright smile and scampered off, bouncing away toward the book cases. The woman smiled and stood with a hand on her hip and the other holding the clutch.<br/><br/>"Now, Rune sweetie, I know that this might be a stretch but I was curious if you knew of any history books about Abbey Road, just a few blocks down? It's quite a famous area. I would normally go down to the library, but I know you tend to have more decent sources than they do." There was a knowing look on her face that showed it was something very specific she was looking for and the information wouldn't be available to the public normally. But behind that knowing look was something else, a pained desperation.<br/>____________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The little girl scampered through the bookcases, peeking through the books to look at people on the other sides and blurting out to occasionally spook a searching group or person. Most people would laugh or ignore the girl but others that would seek her out would find that she was gone before they could see her.