<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lost<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Mock.</em><br/><br/><br/>Hands! There were hands on her! They were tugging and pulling on her the moment she had scampered down this street instead of an ally and she squeaked in her fear but did not fight them. They were warm at least, and felt somewhat less threatening then whatever was behind her. She whimpered as she curled up just inside a threshold and then made a sound of startled protest as she was tossed, sliding across a floor into a wall to thump into it. <br/><br/>Again the tears welled, large and swollen as they fell from her lashes and she cowered when shadows loomed in the doorway. "Don't let them in... don't let them in... oh please...." It as a pleading tone, near panicked that fell from her lips. <br/><br/>Noting that the man, the stranger, was trying to shut the door she picked herself up to her feet, feeling not at all courageous but indeed terrified. She threw that terror into a leap at the door, aiding in the struggle to get it closed, to remove whatever that had been from being able to get her. It thudded shut and she collapsed again, folding her curvy petite body up as small as she could make it, darting glances at the stranger from beneath lashes spiky from her crying. <br/><br/>"T...thank you sir..." be polite, being polite was important. Even if she just wanted to cry all over again that now she was trapped in a house, a room, a place witha  stranger, a man she did not know and could not trust. She sniffled. She just wanted her Kitty Cat. Dori sucked her lower lip into her mouth, nibbling on it as she fought to calm her breath, her hair wild around her cheeks and shoulders as she inched slowly backward, at least until her back met the corner and she felt somewhat safe from one direction at least. <br/><br/>"Wh..why'd you help me?"</span></span>