<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore<br/><strong>When:</strong>1 P.M.<br/><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br/><br/><hr/>Outside country roads and neat houses sped past as inside, Ella tried to understand what Lord Greymore needed. It was so much easier when people were in their right places, she thought, I a maid and he an untouchable lord. But now I sit next to him and he's in need. "Would it help if I massaged your arm muscles," she asked him hesitantly. She hoped they would arrive soon. Perhaps the butler would know what his Lordship needed.