Olivia kept walking, a song she'd heard in one of the shops playing through her head. She seemed very much in her own world, which was saying something because she hadn't been to her world in a while. She missed everyone there, but she would survive - she'd keep surviving and would find her way home. She had to.
She was actually enjoying the walk; the physical activity kept her body busy while she could think. She could make some sort of decision or other. She could try to devise some way to return. She could break through the wall, there had to be one somewhere. She would return to her home.
The woman came to a pause to look at a bookstore. Her hand lifted to touch the glass, but she never made contact. Something inside had attracted her, yet she moved on. Cavan would see the display of Alice's Adventure in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. Olivia certainly felt like a misplaced Alice.