She heard the front door close when Dale left the house to head for work. It wouldn't be long before Victoria raced out to head for school. She always...left late and had to rush to get there on time. She smiled and returned to reading.She knew that the last page had printed when the printer went quiet. She opened up a new document and typed: The Victorian By Denise She added a copyright below her name. The story was finished after six months of work. Inspired by Claire, supported by Larry, and. I gave her a stern look and a quick shake of my head. "Don't," I muttered.She pouted and went to the armoire."So ... um ... What's going on?" Danny asked with a nervous lilt in his voice. He watched Jordan bend over to retrieve the folded boxes in the back of the armoire. He realized I was watching him, glanced apologetically at me, and tried to look anywhere else."Well," I said, "I don't spend that much time here, so I'm moving out."Danny glanced at Jordan, who was bent over in her painted-on. She slowly limped back to her old quarters as her left leg was still very weak from being broken and the muscles damaged before the healers could set it. When she entered the room, she noticed that it was clean and dusted. "Well at least the staff didn't forget about me. They would not tell me how long I was unconscious at the Healers. I know some time has passed, but how long," She thought. On her bunk was a new chain mail armor set. Just by looking she could tell it was Fayiron. It was. "Y'all can make a fire here if you want and wait till morning. We've, well I've got some tinder you can use. He's sure to be 'round early checkin' up on us, the constable is, maybe six o'clock or so." No, it's frightfully cold out here. I think we'll go on into town and see what's amiss. Don't you agree, Captain Foster?" he said, turning to the well-dressed man beside him who wore high boots and a fancy wig."See here," the bulky, older man said in a loud voice, "I'm a captain in the Georgetown.