I entered the convention and quickly located one of the actors and their schedule times of appearances. Not being able to locate the other actor, I as...ed a staff member who informed me that they had cancelled due to a scheduling conflict. Since this was the reason I had come out here I was a little disappointed. I wasn’t long after that I learned of another actor who was a last minute replacement. Someone whom I thought I’d not be able to obtain an autograph from so I was excited about this new. We should not be disturbed but we need to move quickly. I am not supposed to be on break for another two hours. Wait here, I will be right back." Jessica was only gone for a minute but it seemed like an eternity for April. She kept going over things in her mind. Was she really going to do this? This was crazy? Slavery was not a game. She felt the appeal but at the same time she also felt a bit guilty playing around given that everyone on the floor outside was a slave. As her mind wandered,. " She said. Sandy looked at her quizzically. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The girl smiled."Ten-twenty -eight." She recited with a sad smile on her face. Sandy frowned."What does-" she started to ask. "It's my number. See?" The girl unbuttoned her jeans and showed a tattoo on her hip, the number 1028. "No, poor thing, your given name." said Sandy sympathetically. "Oh. Sophie, but nobody's called me that in at least six years." Sandy patted her arm. "Well, Sophie, you just make yourself at. Conroy, to my father's wife?" Anne was shocked, flabbergasted and then quickly furious, stamping her foot.Philippa nodded rapidly. "Yes'um."Anne waved her away, stomped back through the room, went to the door, changed her mind and came back to sit beside the confused young man. She snorted in anger. "What are you going to do now, my fine bogtrotter? A bath might do you some good." I'm still in the army, y'know. Got two weeks leave, t'visit home on account of this." He flicked at his dangling.