Suddenly she was herself again, standing on a rainy street in London. She was less disconcerted this time, more comfortable with the drastic shifts in her state of consciousness. A solitary figure, wrapped in a voluminous cloak moved purposefully down the dimly lit and empty street. From the seductive sway of her hips Claire knew it was a woman. The figure stopped outside the doorway to a large home and entered after a moment’s hesitation.
Claire was instantly inside the home watching as a liveried butler closed the door behind the woman. He then gestured for her to follow him and led the way into a richly appointed parlor. A woman was sitting on the settee and glanced up from the book she was studying.
“Your guest has arrived Mi’Lady,” the butler said stiffly.
“Very well Codsworth, you
