Rudolph just could not get that girl out of his head. All day long, she was there. When he counted his little ones this morning. When he clipped ribbon and threaded the thread to make them some new clothes out of the sheets they had swiped or even to patch up their old ones. When he managed to lift a few pennies off the people of the streets and got some poor quality minced pies for them all to eat, she was still there. It was like she had invaded his brain and decided she liked it there. Which he knew that would never be the case. It got to be when darkness fell and the last urchin under his care was mostly sound asleep, he slipped away. It was a cold night and once again he could see his breath puff up into small clouds. The streets looked like dark rivers under the new moon and the gas lights provided almost nothing in the way of illumination.<br/><br/>In fact, most of them seemed to be out.<br/><br/>He tried to convince himself he was just out to get blankets. Or something that he could use to help keep the cold at bay in their hideaway. Some cheap cloth or even some old wood. Both would work to seal up the cracks and block the wind and chill air from reaching them. Even with that...Rudolph dreaded morning. He knew he would have probably lost one urchin in the night and they would have to bury them in the sewage or what pasted for a river. There was nothing for it. The thought crossed his mind about what the little seamstress would say or think about that. He hoped it wasn't anything badly. They had little choice in the matter and it is better than the body snatchers getting a hold of them.<br/><br/>Arriving at the shop, he noticed there was no light on this time. Not even a faint glow from the back. Judging the outside, he quickly started to scale the drainpipe, trying to be as quiet as possible. No sense in using the same entrance twice. Especially since that was about a guarantee way to get you caught.