Emily squealed as something seemed to grab at her.  She batted away the soft feel and realized she was in a closet.  How awful and embarrassing.  In a way, she was still afraid.  She didn't want to go out there even when a crack of light appeared.  Whatever darkness had slipped within this house and caused it's chaos had given the illusion of leaving but she still felt like she could feel it.  Perhaps it was fear, perhaps not.  Whatever the case, she was upset and tears streaked her face.  She slid down the back of the armoire and hugged her knees to her chest.<br/><br/>She waited, her heart thrumming quickly for Nathaniel.  Where was he?  Why had he not come to look for her.  She started to pout and being a young she stayed where she was.  That didn't mean she wasn't watching from where she was.  Her place gave her a view of the maid cleaning and the dark woman with her servant.  She wondered about that.  How exotic, she thought.<br/><br/>She watched as the Major and the Lady Rowena leave together and wondered at Lady Charlotte's state.  Her sigh was heavy.<em>Nathaniel, where are you?<em></em></em>