<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/mary-elizabeth-winstead-Wallpaper1_zpscae57f5b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Gwendolyn “Wendy” Daring (Wendy Moira Angela Darling)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Curios shop near campus<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Wasting time<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Gwendolyn had left the coffee house some time ago.  Instead of heading straight to her office at the university, however, she had decided to take a detour.  The one blessing of teaching Classical Literature was that classes seldom began before noon.  Ethics, on the other hand, didn't afford such luxury.  Thankfully it was a Thursday, and Ethics was held on Mondays and Wednesdays which left several hours before Ms. Daring had to arrive at her office.<br/><br/>The trinket shop around the corner of the cafe held a number of curios and, when she wasn't trying to be a serious by-the-book professor, Wendy found she could easily lose a few hours mesmerized by the store's many treasures which set her imagination free and made her feel like she was back in the nursery with John and Michael.<br/><br/>She was currently entranced by a elaborately detailed glass fairy that stood no more than two inches high.  It amazed her that someone had been able to spin the glass so thin that the fairy's wings appeared to be no thicker than a sheet of paper.  The features on the piece's face reminded her of a obstinate, stubborn, student who had ended up earning an A+ in her class.  The chime of a bell drew Wendy's attention from the piece as another patron entered the shop.  When she didn't recognize the man, she moved further down the row glancing at toy boats and ships, decorative hooks and hangars, and finally a china doll with a blue satin nightgown.