It wasn't often that Beauty was so graceless as to trip, but that's what happened on her way to work that morning. Something came up out of the ground in front of her, or so it seemed, and she stumbled --
-- hands and knees landed, not on the City's park grass, but on broken pavement. The light had changed; the shadows had changed; and the location had definitely changed. This wasn't any part of the City she'd ever been in before. Gingerly picking herself up, she gently dusted off the dirt from her thin white skirt
, then tapped each toe of her open-toed sandals
against the pavement to free dirt and small stones from under her feet. As set to rights as she was going to be, she lifted her palms one after the other and blew on the lacerations.
Her walking became slower, more meandering than purposeful.... she had no idea where she'd been put, or why... "Thomas?" she asked below her breath, reverting to the name she always called the City when she was feeling a little uncertain. But unlike most times, she didn't get a reply. Perhaps it was busy, the City. She swallowed, then wandered some more. Every so often, she thought she saw movement in alleyways she passed or in windows she walked under... but when she turned to look, there was no one.