"No, I can't." 

	The Lady Amalthea seemed nearly panicked in her words as her head whipped around and she looked towards Wallace. Molly wiped her hands off on her apron and quickly moved over to the lady, taking her chin in her fingers and looking into her eyes.

	"Calm yourself M'Lady," Molly said in a soothing voice. "It's alright."


	"No, I must find them. I cannot be driven to the sea. I cannot face the Red Bull yet," The graceful woman stammered. Molly sighed as the Lady Amalthea pulled back. Gathering the soft folds of her gown before running off like a stone skipping over the water down the corridor.