As she walked with her escort towards the theatre the two figures seemed to melt into the smog, though the child’s voice remained ringing in her ears for sometime after, there seemed a clarity about it that teased the brain as well as the ears. As she was walking a large ginger cat ran across her path and hissed then it too disappeared into the night.<br/><br/>Did it leave a trail …like swirls in the mist…?<br/><br/>The theatre was small but classic, still it was one that was used by the more risqué, modern or perhaps contemporary the play was most entertaining if a little shocking with its moral values.<br/><br/>Tempest of course was able to meet the writer, who though female was dressed and appeared as a man. Tempest was aware of a few gentlemen than were a little different than they appeared to the public, as well as some being with their more ladylike partners.<br/><br/>‘Robert Fontaine’ smiled and kissed the hand of the most enchanting lady.  “I do hope the play is too your liking? Perhaps I might be so bold as to acquire you a drink?”<br/>