[If anyone cared to take notice, a young woman, her red curls bouncing beneath her bonnet, was hurrying down the street, occasionally sparing a glance over her shoulder. Worry creased her brow, and she held on tight to a small woven basked, a dirty old cloth covering whatever it was she had inside.
She kept on until she found the building she was looking for, and carefully began to ascend the steps until she arrived at the correct floor. Still glancing behind her, Nancy approached the end of the hall and knocked.]
Mr. Eames? [She asked, her voice breathless.] Mr. Eames, I'd like to speak with you immediately, if you're in there.
Victorian AU is go!
She kept on until she found the building she was looking for, and carefully began to ascend the steps until she arrived at the correct floor. Still glancing behind her, Nancy approached the end of the hall and knocked.]
Mr. Eames? [She asked, her voice breathless.] Mr. Eames, I'd like to speak with you immediately, if you're in there.