<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/27zasyu.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Alleyway, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Self<br/><br/><br/>Gracie breathed a huge sigh of relief when the handle of the door offered no resistance, swinging open to reveal a dust room that seemed undisturbed for a good amount of time. “Bingo!” She exclaimed, happy to catch a lucky break. Though it would seem that her luck wouldn’t last for long as a couple of excited barks caused her to whirl around, slightly startled, before she manage to catch a glimpse through the doorway of what appeared to be a man dashing past at high speed. From the way things were shaping up, it looked like Toffee was just about to take off after him, the dog hopping around excitedly with his back arched and tail wagging furiously.<br/><br/>For a brief moment, it seemed like time stood still, then Gracie’s worst fears were realized as Toffee bounded after the man, barking madly at the same time. “Shit!” The blonde cursed, rushing out of the door after him without a second thought. “Toffee!” She yelled, paying no mind to her surroundings in her desperation to catch the dog’s attention, which she thankfully, succeeded in doing when he stopped short and turn around to face her with a goofy look on his face. “C’mere boy,” she called down the alley, using her free hand to pat her thigh a few times, the gesture enough to bring Toffee scampering back to her side.<br/><br/>“I’m going to have to get you a leash,” she muttered, grabbing hold of Toffee’s collar to keep him calm, leading him gently towards the open doorway as she glanced back up, to see where the running man had gone.<br/>