She moved like the wind, quick, easy, and mostly, unnoticed. Her lithe, agile body facilitated brisk, quiet movements. And the fact that she was more an observer than part of the world played to her advantage. Libraries were her favorite, coffee shops with cozy corners came a close second. She was reading "Alice in Wonderland" today. Finishing actually - the book as well as the large cup of coffee. "Still she haunts me phantomwise Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes" She looked up, feeling a pair of eyes on her and noticed a young man in another corner of the yard. He had a lost expression plastered on his face, like an abandoned kitten, stuck out in rain. She looked back in to her book : "Ever drifting down the stream Lingering in the golden gleam Life, what is it but a dream?" She let the words linger as she closed the book and got up quietly. He was still waiting to be helped. This time she held his gaze until he was prompted to