<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>“Please someone help me!  Is anyone there!  ... I have  ... I have ... disp-patched a man ... love of god, please ... help.  Please ... anyone!”</em><br/><br/>Almeria looked again through the fog and the rain, shivering.  Her gown was wet, soaked through in some places, and the coppery scent of the man's blood was strong around her.  Or perhaps that was shock settling in.  Slowly, she rose to her feet, taking a deep breath.  She could not just leave the body there.  It would be crude and unseemly, and yet ... yet.  What sort of woman did anything with a ... dead ... dead ... Almeria shut her eyes hard.  She could not even think the word.  Her heavy skirts, once pristine and lovely were ever so heavy and dragged over the wet ground, capturing all manner of dirt.  <br/><br/>A shiver went down her spine.  She could not believe what it was she was seeing.  The manner of building alone was difficult to decipher.  As she stepped closer to the building, however, she felt almost pulled closer, the fog behind her deepening.  She turned back, and the man's body had vanished, as if it had never been, yet her clothing testified that he had been.  Had he not?<br/><br/>Swallowing nervously, Almeria nibbled her lower lip as the rain began to let up as she crept closer to the building.  It was as if something desired her to enter.  Staring at the doors, slowly, deliberately, she stepped upon the landing ... and pushed the door open slowly, suddenly feeling at peace and weary all at once.  Black spots swam before her eyes as her knees began to buckle, causing her to cling to the door-jamb.  There were people within, and the manner of dress ... they were naked.  Their clothing held so few layers, and looked so very, very strange.  A blush heated her cheeks.  <br/><br/>She could not cover her eyes, for she still felt as though any moments she would wake, or fall faint.  "... Where ... where am I?"  Her voice was almost too soft in the room, holding the perfect clarity of an English noble lady.  Almeria trembled with exhaustion as she clung still to the door-jamb, her black curls having half spilled beyond her trim, corseted waist.</span>