Those she passed during her day would eye her suspiciously. Her hair and the harlequin veil mr.s had gifted her with made her identity in public hidden from any who did not know what the mask represented. She would pass and alleyway where a tall broad shouldered young man leaned, his hair resembling a member of the greasers without a touch of product. He would only grin as she passed, brown eyes following her. Within another alley stood a man of equal build, his head squared , his hair short, green eyes watching her with a similar knowing smirk. The men's faces would seem to appear all over town as she traversed, always an eye upon her and yet their presence didn't seem malevolent. It seemed protective. Only when she left the city and re-entered the suburbs did the men's faces disappear and now and then she would spot white harlequin faces observing her now and again on her return trip home. As night fell she would find the twin harlequins leaning against either side of the patio stairway, awaiting her, their arms crossed, head's following her as she entered the gate. Mr.S was truly so protective of his precious Sarah, his tall, thin frame visible in the window of her room, gazing down fondly.<br/><br/>"Sarah..." his voice echoed happily into her mind when she would glance up to see him in the window through her mask.