Lunch had just been served to the soldiers, Nora had the privilege to wash their dishes. She was nearly finished with only a few pots left and her hands and arms were becoming rather sore. She stared blankly at the pan, mechanically scrubbing as she thought of what had happened that morning.

She had been cleaning up what one of the soldiers spilled and when she spoke a man from another table jumped up and briskly left, leaving most his breakfast uneaten. She hadn’t seen the man’s face, and she was too busy cleaning to notice many details about him, but his stride and stiffness painfully reminded of her father, but it couldn’t be. Since then she had the strangest feeling that someone was watching and following her, but she never saw anyone when she turned around.

She figured it was her imagination and she was just being paranoid, but she continued to glance about occasionally. How unfortunate it would be when she found out it really had been her father, her mental health probably would have drastically decreased. As it were, at that moment her father was not there, and Nora’s mind eventually wandered to other more cheerful thoughts. When she heard footsteps behind her she swung around tensely to see the on comer.