“And you think I am insane…of course I will come for sometimes one must follow Alice into the rabbit hole…hmmmm but what do we have here…blood…why do we not ask for help.”<br/><br/>Millicent smiled at the pavement and waved at something that did not seem to be there under her breath she whispered ‘later’.<br/><br/>After another pause there was a face palm. This was worse than when she had eaten …well when the mushroom people came to call. Still holding the pipe in her hand the Malkavian tried to be the voice of reason. Which in its self was an interesting thought.<br/><br/>“Ms errrrrm just wait, would it not be better to…well find out who this blood really belongs too? I would bet my best puppet to suggest someone in there would know. Why go chasing a rainbow before one knows its end. There is no weakness in asking is there. Unless there is one of us that… Blood from a stone…”<br/><br/>With that Millicent studied the patterns on the wall and continued to smoke her pipe. Perhaps the smoke would offer more answers.<br/><br/>She left a mark there in chalk and then rubbed it out.