She had always thought that daydreaming was for those who couldn't handle their thoughts, but Emmeline had found much of her time spent in her new life staring out the window and into the street, getting lost in various dreams and ideas. She wasn't completely satisfied with this new habit of hers, but it seemed to make the days go by faster, and the further away from her past in England, the better, she liked to think.

Emmeline idly opened and closed the wedding invitation that had arrived last week from Davy Gudgeon as she continued to stare. She still hadn't responded, but she was sure she was going to go. Mostly because it would give her a chance to visit Anneliese, and make sure that Juliet wasn't plotting Nott's death. The few aspects of her past back in England still called to her, giving her some sort of sense of responsibility. Emmeline was sure that's what she missed. As much as she wanted to get away from everything that had tortured her these last five years, here in New York there was no sense of...she didn't feel any urgency. That was supposed to be a good thing, wasn't it? But she'd lived with that tense sensation shaking her very bones for as long as she could remember and it was hard to become accustomed to not having to...well, she supposed...worry.

Her eyes followed a couple walking hand in hand on the sidewalk and a smile slowly crept onto her face, her braided hair falling out of its twist as she let her head rest against the window pane. Her legs stretched across the window seat and she continued to twist the invitation around in her hands, not hearing Caradoc enter the bedroom behind her.