Melinda didn't give any thought to wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her very expensive raincoat after her breakfast had finished making a return. What was a coat compared to the death of two women? She'd have to contact someone, of course, Melinda thought vaguely, and odd haze settling over her. The authorities, she should find—
The sudden voice calling out made Melinda whirl around, completely derailing her thoughts. It was a wizard. She could just make him out through the rain getting in her eyes, and Melinda tried to shield her eyes so she could see him more clearly. "I...I'm fine," she called back, hesitant. "But there's..." The words failed her as she gestured towards the door of the shop. Well, where there used to be a door.