The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind.

( Shapeshifting )

( We're late for a very important date! )

Barefoot, she stood on the balcony outside her room at the French Quarter-Chateau Lemoyne. For the first time in days, Alexandra relaxed, releasing the stresses of the last week that haunted her, even if all the rooms on this side of the hotel shared one long balcony, she felt a million miles away from the neighbors on either side of her. Surely, this trip would afford the amnesiac the answers she sought. Finding the ticket in her elaborate bedroom back in Georgia, there was a reason she'd purchased the one-way ticket. Time was on her side, finding the reason would be an adventure.

Closing and locking her terrace doors, gracefully she sat in the chair, placing one foot and then the other into her traditional low-cut converse sneakers, or men's tennis shoes as she referred to them. Easily lacing them, she stood up checking herself out in the mirror. Blue jeans, purple tee, and matching sweater, Alex dressed appropriately for a two-hour walking tour covering the haunted ghosts and mysteries of New Orleans. Leaving twenty minutes early, it was an easy ten-minute walk to 400 Royal Street. Passing interesting places, she promised herself she would visit them later.

Avoiding the crowds, the young heiress chose a tour, with limited people, for her first foray into the town. It took her thirty minutes to choose between the jazz tour and the haunted mystery one. Instinctually, she knew she didn't like crowds but was unsure of her feelings about the supernatural world.

Alexandra stood apart from the other 28 attendees as they arrived. It was a varied group of sightseers. Ten senior citizens, ten college kids interested in the occult, while the final eight were a hodge podge of men and women around her age. One of the few sans a camera, it gave her the freedom to be in the moment, enjoying the next two hours to their fullest. The guide began to weave the tour through the French Quarter, recalling them with tales of horror. Lagging behind, Alex could effortlessly hear the guide share reciting her account of the previous haunted events for what was probably the thousandth time.

Enthralled, it took her fifteen minutes to notice the handsome man almost walking beside her. Giving a nod of acknowledgment and a smile, her attention wavered back to their tour guide. There was a reason people chose to hang back from others. Alexandra wondered what his reason was.