Agnes was inside today while the balcony was being repainted. She was laying in her bed thinking.

So many memories from years ago...

I wonder what Ed is up to now... she muses, almost smiling. Probably napping or laing at Douglas's feet. Oh the tales that she could spin were she able to write. Tales of her brief adventures in the city with Amos and Ed...

But what of the here and now?... such violence, practically on my doorstep. And that odd sensation in the middle of the square?... Agnes yawned. I shall check it tonight, on my way back from an errand. But for now, I need rest.


((OOC: Just RP for now))