Rudolph watched the store from the shadows of the alley. He saw people go in and out, all seemingly in such a hurry to get to the next place. He did not know why. They would still be in just as much of a hurry to leave the place they arrived at. It was like they never chose to rest. Not that he minded too much. It usually meant there was at least one house completely empty except for the servants that were just ripe for the pickings.<br/><br/>This time though, he was going to try something a little different. A tailor store. Not for the money though he could use it. No. This time he needed sewing materials for some of the younger urchins. They had outgrown their old clothes and there weren't any that they could wear in the meantime. He had already tried to check the rag bins and he found some pretty good material, but no thread and that was what he needed the most. Sure, the clothes he would probably steal could be worn, but first he would pluck anything that could be used to sew or bind and then past it off to the urchins.<br/><br/>That may seem cruel, but he knew that an urchin in fine things was more noticeable than one in ratty cloths. Besides, anything taken off that couldn't be made into thread would be made into a blanket. All he had to do was be patient and wait for the shop to close. Surely it wouldn't be long now till the doors were locked and the employees all gone to their own beds. That was when he would strike.