Elaine let herself wander, music in her ears to help block out the city around her. She wasn't sure exactly where she was going, really, but as she'd told Will Stutely, she was putting her direction in the hands of fate, and following the breadcrumbs to find her way to where she needed to be.
What she had to do wasn't easy. Creating a story in order to manifest a new magical object was once thing. Affecting the story threads of real living people was quite another, especially considering the people she was dealing with were only tangentially part of her influence- arguably not hers at all, but she had to try.
Her feet came to a standstill, and she lifted her face to examine where she was. A second-hand shop. Well, she was always interested in little antiques and curiosities. The bell tinkled as she stepped inside, and as the door shut behind her, it created an enclosed space where the air didn't move, and sound became muted. Elaine walked quietly in, looking around at the artworks and knick-knacks and odds and ends the shelves held. She found an old oil lamp that she was half sure if she rubbed it, a genie would emerge.
"Is this it?" she murmured to herself. "Is this where I'm meant to be?"