Lucy looked out the cafe window, the smell of coffee wafted everywhere. It was raining outside, and for some reason it was in such damp weather that her scars, which she had received in the orphanage, hurt. She heard the bell hanging on the door - the guests had arrived. Lucy looked around quickly, hoping it wasn't agency staff. No, it was just a couple of young people. She sighed, looking out the window again. Lucy remembered her life in Moby Dick, but it was in the past. And it was probably better that way, although she still didn't want to admit it