What happened

It was raining when Miss Murray looked out the porthole of the steamship, the droplets on the glass mirrored the small lamp in her room. It was far too inky to see the docks, though at the time, she did not bother to be concerned about the lack of lights then. A soft knock on the door, a male voice announcing they had arrived.

Mina counted with weary breath, preferring to be the last one off the ship. The trip from what would be Hyde Park to this cold empty room was far too long to contemplate with fresh guilt of hurting Alan. But she simply was tried of that society now, too much had happened, too many people dead. She did not contend to run away forever, this was the first time.

She walked the oddly empty halls of the steam ship, a lighter case of luggage in hand. The petite woman suspected that her larger traveling case would waiting for her outside. Mina hadn’t failed, had she? To keep the sanity within a group of murders, paranoids, and madmen was a situation that was more likely harder than others to keep up with. Perhaps it had been too soon after the divorce, after him.

Mina found it highly odd now that the dock was empty though her suitcases filled with her clothes, a typewriter, and odd assortments did not stand too far away. She realized the ships officer that should have been standing to the side wasn’t there and with a huffy breath, turned around to march up the ship’s plank and inform she needed some help carrying her luggage to a wagon for the commune.

But there was nothing behind her but a long dirty street. “God in heaven,” She breathed, a mild annoyance creeping up her spine. “What now?”