Alongside college, you work at a museum in New York City. You're on a break right now, strolling through the Shakespeare exhibit.

A tap on your shoulder draws your attention away from your pondering and you turn around. You really weren't expecting to have to look down at whoever had tapped you though.

"Sorry. I'm a little lost, I must've taken a wrong turn down the hall and I just," Tara sighs, looking at you a little embarrassed. "End of the rope, really. Can you help me out?"