The only logical choice.
[Wondering where the best place to find her would be, Vincent set off down the street. Maybe she would be at work. He'd try there first. As he walked, he dodged and people or objects inclined to pass through him. It's just that he didn't know what effect that would have on him, ectoplasmicly speaking, and now was not the time to take too many chances. He didn't even have his Nobel Prize yet. Helpfully, Abercrombie barked at his heels and people people avoiding him, creating a narrow path for Vincent.
Passing a cafe on the way to her bookstore, Vincent did a double take. Retracing his steps for a few paces, Vincent waited at the door for someone to open it. After getting impatient and a few close calls he just went to the window where Wednesday was sitting and waved and shouted to try to get her attention.]