As her senses return, Fiona realises she is being addressed by a middle aged woman. She is short and thin, bobbed hair, wearing a tweed suit. Spectacles hang around her neck.
“You've been through quite the ordeal,” she says. “Come along, let's see if we can find you a sit down.”
Without thinking, Fiona follows the woman to a quaint looking tea shop.
“Funny,” she comments as they enter, “I've never noticed this place.”
Inside its a museum of the 1950's. China tea cups, floral tablecloths, doilies even.
“Oh this, let's call it my little secret.”
