Heidi had been, on the whole, very efficient when it came to returning to the Hyperion before dark. Unfortunately, she'd been to the library to register herself and the boys for cards, and lost track of time when a mystery novel had caught her eye.
Now, berating herself for not having the good sense to have taken a car in foresight of just such an event, she was making her way through a dark, vampire-ridden LA. Well, that was being dramatic, as she'd found a good, well-lit route with plenty of people. Many of which had been staring at a woman who looked like she had rolled out of a period drama, complete with consumption. Which meant either she had done just that, or the unfortunately woman had arrived under circumstances similar to her own.
Giving the man beside her, who had been gawking most ungraciously at the woman, a subtle elbow to the ribs, she passed out of the crowd at the streetcorner and made her way to the wheelchair-bound woman, feeling a twinge of sympathy and kindredship as she approached. Six months in a modern wheelchair was probably nothing compaired to six minutes in that one.
She was also practically a rolling buffet for vampires.
"Are you alright?" She asked, stopping a respectable distance away. "You look a bit lost; which may be the normal state of someone in Los Angeles, the way the streets are built, but I have a map of the area if you think it might help."