<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br/>The knocking on the door filled Catherine with hope, and with dread.<br/><br/>Clearly there really were others on board. She shot a glace to Mary who sat staring at the entrance.<br/><br/>She longed for the door to open so that she could see another's face in this social desolation, thrilled by the excitement of not knowing who stood beyond, but dreading what they would make of a half naked woman securely anchored to the ceiling.