She was later than she'd thought.  "No, I got off a stop early," she explained, "I'm just around the corner."  She was about to ask whether Sherrie had arrived when her voice drifted through behind Bailey's, accompanied by Bailey's own odd gasps and squeaks, giving Fi a good idea what was happening, what she was missing out on the longer she was away.  "I'll be there by the time you get to the door," Fi assured her, quickening her stride.  Good thing she wore sneakers after all, she smirked to herself.  She had to keep to a slow, controlled jog, to keep her basket from emptying into the street, and in next to no time she found herself at Bailey's door.<br/><br/>She took off her coat, threading it through the handle of the basket, and pressed the announcer.  Her hands moved behind her head, scooping her fiery hair clear of her neck to let it billow out briefly behind her.  Reaching into her coat pocket, she quickly spritzed herself with a little fragrance, a touch of bergamot.  In hindsight, getting off early wasn't a smart idea.  Replacing the bottle, Fi silently hoped that Bailey would hurry; it was beginning to get chilly, and Fi had no intentions of being cold.  Her imagination kicked into gear, however, and what it showed her certainly helped keep her warm.