Reunion / Rapid Response.

Sophie stumbled into the waiting room looking as though she would keel over from exhaustion. She had not yet come to terms with Diana's passing and was now painfully aware of how cruel life could be. One moment you are at your highest and are toppled by the smallest thing in the next. You fall down faster than you ascend; nothing is guaranteed apart from failure and death. They are absolute and unwavering in their ruling. She glanced to the left and then to the right before her eyes fell on a familiar face which flickered with recognition.

“Ah, Miss White,” called the aged man seated on one of the metal benches in the waiting room. There were not many people and beside him sat a petite woman with cherry coloured hair and a breathtaking sharpness about her features, “Please, do come over.”