Mon walked swiftly, eager to get away. She did not want the cashier in the cafe to catch her after she had managed to get out through the jammed door. She could not know, though that the direction in which she was moving was the same one the man who had run off without paying had gone too. It was only when she noticed the pace of the person walking in front of her quicken did she recognise that grey sweater the man wore.<br/><br/>Righteous fury at the man's crime returned to her but she was careful not to let it show that she had seen him. She turned the corner after him, humming softly to herself. When she saw him duck into an alley, she smiled.<em>Gotcha...</em>Still humming, she allowed herself to stroll past the entrance of the alley. She made no attempt to quieten her booted footsteps, wanting him to think she had missed him. When she was far away enough so that he would not be able to hear her footsteps again, she teleported to the shadowed end of the alley, waiting for him to emerge. It was dark in the alley, and her mode of transport made no sound, so she was sure that he would not hear her...