Alexander tried to fix his shirt on the looking glass yet no matter what he does, it still looks wrinkled and he had to change for another. He doesn’t know which one is making him restless: his meeting with Lucy or his abandonment with Amelia when she clearly is not well.
He decided to just wear a vest over it so as not to have the wrinkles noticed once he takes off his coat. He walked on the dark streets, hugging himself because of the cold night air. As he threads his way to the pub, he cannot help but look at the path where they had walked a while ago.
An urging had him turn and take a few steps towards the corner where the dying woman was. He immediately stopped when he saw her, still lying on the floor, only that she wasn’t shaking anymore. Her hands weren’t hugging herself anymore.
