Harriet sighed as she looked around the room she had been left alone in.<br/>The air was thick and hot, almost stifling, she pulled the curtains as wide as they could go and opened the windo to let what breeze, there was, come in.<br/>She glanced out, people, who she assumed were guests, sat either chatting to another, or reading. There were, or appeared to be, very few women and Harriet guessed that this place was used for business men mostly.<br/><br/>Walking away from the window, she sat on the edge of the bed, not much point in unpacking, especially with the few belongings she had brought for an overnight stay and she was at a loss as to what to do with herself.<br/><br/>For one reason, or another, she felt very much alone here, she knew no-one and no-one knew her, it felt strange, she felt strange.<br/>Wishing that she had insisted that Christopher had stayed or at least joined her for dinner, Harriet decided that she would catch up on some letter writing until dinner.<br/>After an early meal, she would retire early and get a fresh start first thing in the morning....