<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street/Park<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Those she watches.</em><br/><br/><br/>Too many. It was too many really, so many at once, all together, so close. She wanted to hide, to retreat to some hidden space, curl up small, so small so that no on could find her, could take her. But she had to find her Cat. Her Kitty Cat. But there were so many others who wanted Cat too it seemed, to whom Cat came and went. It made the curvy petite girl quiver, it made tears gather in her eyes that she fought, not wanting to shed them. Particularly not since the Hare was near. She couldn't forget before; he made her skin crawl and her heart twist. She wanted to hide. <br/><br/><em>Please... oh please... </em> <br/><br/>She thought they were just thoughts, they might have been whimpered aloud, a pleading heartfelt prayer. <br/><br/>Grey gown was not enough, if only the rest of her were more.. or rather less. Less to draw the eye, more to hold to shadow. The mouse of a girl pressed herself tighter against the stone, the crumbling brick as the Hare gathered another young woman's tears and her stomach churning. It was anguish to stay here, to force herself to watch others, to listen when she wanted to sink into herself, or out of this place all together. But she must find her Cat and she herself had no way to discover the elusive and needed girl. <br/><br/>"Why... oh why did you leave me... " she heaved in a sigh, tone inflicted with the ache within her heart. </span></span>