And out of door hath showers, and mists, and sleet....

Bang! The branch smacking against the window outside startled Fey back into her reality. She had been sitting quietly thinking about nothing, staring would be the more appropriate term she supposed. The day, overcast as usual, hadn't really yielded much interesting events. She'd had a couple of customers in, one came in during a particularly satisfying stare and hadn't known (or wanted to say) what it was that she truely wanted, but Fey had placed her on the right path; although, she wasn't sure the path would lead where she wanted. Fey cocked her head towards the side, Maybe I should have left her be and not given what she wanted. In general, Fey's philosophy was live and let live, but sometimes she couldn't remember the Taoist ideals and "go with the flow".

Finicky walked back into the shop.
"Where had you got to? You know you shouldn't be out late with that woman about." Finicky just smiled at her.
"Looks like it's getting a bit dark, we should start heading back to the apartment, ok?" Fey got up and went about her normal motions of closing shop. When she reached the door, she checked her bag to make sure everything was secure in there, she'd spent most of her lunch checking for her poetry book, but couldn't find it or anyone who had seen it. Not even the young boy that she'd see periodically in the area had been able to tell her what may have happened to it.

Walking down the street, Fey periodically would have to hold her long hair down from the random gusts of wind, she disliked the wind at times like these when all it did was redden her cheeks, muss her hair, and make her cold. Finally, the pair reached the building and went inside. Fey had been planning to go straight home, but the lure of the elevator proved too much. She got in and pressed 7, a button she'd only pressed once before. The ride started. At one point the doors opened and Fey saw a lady, dressed questionably-not in fashion but occupation-looked into the elevator, made a face and went down the hall to the staird, Fey didn't think she had seen her, but only the other person. Fey stayed on the elevator for a few more floors. The elevator stopped at the bottom floor, and Fey and Finicky went back to their room and Fey almost tripped over something while walking in, a small bag with something in it. Upon opening the bag, Fey found a book of poetry with a part of Byran's poem Don Juan underlined:

An in-door life is less poetical;

     And out of door hath showers, and mists,
        and sleet,
With which I could not brew a pastoral.
   But be it as it may, a bard must meet
All difficulties, whether great or small,
   To spoil his undertaking or complete,
And work away like spirit upon matter,
Embarrass'd somewhat both with fire and water.