Harriet had packed herself a small overnight bag for her stay in the hotel.<br/>It had everything she needed, a change of clothes, night wear, cosmetics, her passport and all the papers she needed for her meeting the following day.<br/>The rest of her luggage was to be delivered when she had decided whether she would stay in her Uncle's home or the Hotel.<br/><br/>Carrying the bag in one hand, a slip of paper in the other, Harriet pasued on the walkway to look down at the crowded keyside.<br/>She had never seen so many people crowded in one place, let alone the mixture of races and cultures. She felt overwhelmed by it all.<br/>Holding the scrap of paper up, she looked at it again,<em>Christopher Chang</em>, yes that was who she was supposed to meet. Not that she had to look again, the name was fixed firmly into her mind, but it comforted her to have it written down and clutched in her sweaty hand.<br/>Harriet could only hope that Mr. Chang was able to spot her, because she had no idea how she could possibly find him amongst all of this chaos.<br/><br/>A loud cough and a light push stirred her back into action. Harriet turned her head slightly to find a rather portly gentleman stood behind her. His white linnen suite slightly crumpled, he nodded to her as he mopped his brow with a large white handkerchief, a quick look behind him told her that she was holding everyone up.<br/>Harriet gave him a quick apologetic smile and turned back to clutch at the rail and make her way down the slightly rocking stairs....