Back in the passenger seat of Olaf's old car, Esmé could do nothing but stare out of the window and wonder why she was still following this man, who was becoming less and less in with each passing day. Behind them was the rest of Olaf's theatre troupe, all of whom she despised equally. Once again, they were in pursuit of these orphans, and it was becoming routine for her. The woman heaved an audible sigh as she thought of the orphans and the sugar bowl her lover had promised to find, but also of how she had absolutely nothing to do with the money of the children they were looking for.

"When will we get there? My legs hurt," she complained. The fact that she was bored out of her mind was no secret at this point.