After a quick bath and getting dressed in her traveling clothes, 'Jack' slipped away from the hustle and bustle.  She snuck down the servant's stairs and out the back door into the garden.  Once she was far enough from the house to not be heard by its occupants, she began to whistle.  She kept up the pattern Papa had shown her, waiting for the sky to darken and Sampson to arrive.  Over the past weeks she had seen him growing thinner, and had noticed his pain.  Her heart ached at this, but there wasn't anything she could do beyond visit him and try to bring him some happiness.<br/><br/>Today was the last day she'd get to do so.  Holding out the sausages she had snuck from the breakfast table, she keeps whistling.  She knows the time she can stay away is limited, and if Sampson doesn't show it's going to break her heart to not say goodbye.  But even if he doesn't, she won't cry.  That's one of the first things that was forced upon her when her life changed.  She has to be just as strong as the strongest boy.... any less could lead to suspicion.