<strong>Rowena the journey home</strong><br/><br/>Rowena stared out of the window of her carriage as it traveled its way back along the cobbled London streets on its return to the Bleakmore estate, Rowena was troubled and startled confused by the turn of events and the peculiar tang in her mouth.  She glanced across the cabin to Baranabas but found no comfort or answers in his usual blank stare, she turned back to the window and wondered why the night seamed different she had the most peculiar recollection of events.<br/><br/>Before she knew it the carriage had pulled into the grounds of the estate and she heard the call of her footman as he held the door open, she slowly gathered herself and exited the carriage waving of the footman's help and glancing to the garden with a shiver she turned to the house and made her way inside.  Thankfully it was late and her aunt was no where to be seen the last thing she wanted now was another lecture, no now was a time for more reflection and to press herself to the tasks she had arranged.<br/><br/>After fetching a pot of tea and tray of light refreshments she settled into her study which she was slightly annoyed to find had been tampered with and tidied in her absence, setting the tray on the table she sat in the high backed chair and sipped at the tea hoping it would take away the memory and flavour or that peculiar tang.  She soon found herself wondering about her time at the gentleman's club and that man, she was sure she had seen him before but it all seamed so peculiar why was she called there for something that could of easily been arranged via messenger. It seamed later than Rowena expected and these thoughts where leading her nowhere, she took some stationary, pen and ink from her desk and tasked herself to write and arrange the social events she had promised to others.<br/><br/>Firstly however she decided upon a letter for the Major a task that would deserve the use of her scented inks, she smiled at the thought of using them for the first time for such a letter realizing it was the first time she had thought or even wanted to do so. She would keep it secret from her aunt of course no need to give her reason to gloat or make a fuss, touching pen to her head she thought of how to prose her letter.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i54.tinypic.com/1ny4vt.jpg)</div><br/>After finishing her letter for the major she set about preparing the invitations for the theater and tea rooms, writing out an order for the theater to set aside tickets and seats for her guests and an extra each.  She set the invitations out in a tidy pile on her desk and reminded herself to have them and the letters dispatched early the next morning.<br/>