Emma felt a drop of a cold liquid on her face, then another, until it was dripping. A bit confused, she opened her eyes tiredly and took in her surroundings. It was dark already. Night fall then. She thought, as she did a rewind of the activities of the day, and how come she was outside by this time, sleeping on a bench, under a tree.

She jerked up her head from its reclining position on the bark of tree, as the memories infused her back to a thoroughly conscious state. They had slept ...