A bath sounded so lovely, even in water darkening to a strong tea. As in many of her dreams, something stops her from accomplishing a task, usually repeating in a frustrating cycle only ended by waking. The blurry shape of a person seemed perfectly normal in this dreamscape, which gave Sadie no pause at all in first pulling the hinged window open like a cabinet door. But she'd only meant to open it a fraction, just enough for a peek, and somehow it ended up wide open, and she realized with a small jolt that she was in a nightgown answering the window for what could potentially be a murderer--
It was not a murderer. A faceless man, one she felt familiar with. A man she couldn't help but feel embarrassed over being found in the bathroom by. But the room was now considerably larger; the window took up a whole wall, revealing her privacy to whoever chose to look. It was a terrible feeling.
She became aware of commotion outside the glass. It felt dangerous beyond the safety of her glass wall -- a vague, formless foreboding, but no hint of the fog. Sadie could place the face of the man outside her window no better than before, but she felt concern for his safety all the same. He would need to hide.
"You mustn't dawdle," she said, to whom she would later be certain was the vicar.