Britannia, NY

Laurel has decided to take the day off. As she has about a million old vacation days she never used, it's probably overdue regardless, but as it is, there's a part of her that feels odd being out and about in the middle of the day.

It's almost as if she's looking for something, as she wanders through the closest thing Britannia has to downtown. She's felt that way in her dreams, recently. Like she's looking something, that is. But the weather is pleasant enough, and even if she doesn't find anything... or anyone... at least she'll have had a pleasant walk.

( The tall and the tiny ships on the water/Farther and farther, floating away/Will never return now, all wooden and burned out/They echo and groan now in their salty graves/All the memories fade, send the the ghosts on their way/Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow )

((Specifically for Arthur, but anyone who might be passing by is welcome to stop, gawk, and/or come talk! I can't guarantee how conversational Nate'll be, but if you don't mind grunting, feel free.))