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any worries. Isobel was kind of happy and sad at the same time when Mrs. Bailey had taken her under her wing. She made sure Isobel had everything she needed and that she ate the food sent up to her room. A couple of evenings the older woman had come to her room and ended up staying for hours, just talking with her. It felt so good to have someone to talk to about what had happened and who would understand what she was feeling. The older woman even held her as the tears she tried so hard to hide finally fell without reserve.
     
                  Isobel’s only concern at the present time was letting Elizabeth know that she was okay. She didn’t want to call her incase Daniel would be able to trace where the call came from. One evening Mrs. Bailey suggested she send her friend an email from the Tower’s email address that way no one would know it was coming from her.
     
                  “Do you think that’s a good idea though?” she asked Mrs. Bailey who was sipping her tea.
     
                  “Why not, my dear? You could send it somehow as a coded message to your friend.”
     
                  “That might just work,” she said as she tapped her index finger on her lips, thinking how she could do it.
     
                  “Come down to the desk in the morning and ye can use the computer.” Mrs. Bailey’s accent was thick with the local dialect, but she was getting used to it.
     
                  “I think I will!” She was excited about contacting her longtime friend. Elizabeth must be going crazy wondering if I am alright, she thought to herself.
     
                  “I need tae be goin. It’s getting late and ye, my dear, need your rest. Guidnight!”
     
                  “Goodnight, Mrs. Bailey. Thanks for everything.” She smiled when the woman turned back around to face her.
     
                  “Ye’re welcome, Isobel. Everything will work itself out. Don’t you worry now,” Mrs. Bailey said as she walked to the door then waved goodnight, closing the door behind her.
     
                  Isobel sat back in the cushioned chair that she had turned to face the window. The sun was quickly setting and soon the night sky would be lit up with thousands of stars that weren’t possible to be seen in the city. Ever since her first night at her temporary home she would sit in the chair looking out the window. It was a sight that never got tiring to look at. But, this night the sky was different looking. As the sun was setting off in the distance bright colors of pinks, oranges, and yellows lit up the horizon while the opposite side of the sky was dark and foreboding with clouds that were racing towards the Tower.  Flashes of lightening could be seen lighting up the dark sky with low rumbles of thunder following close behind.
     
                  “Oh well. Looks like a storm is coming,” she said to herself. “My first Scotland storm.” She rose up out of her chair and went into the bathroom to change into her more comfortable night clothes. A pair of old, gray, baggy sweat pants was her favorite thing to sleep in. She slipped her long sleeved t-shirt over her head then pulled on a fresh pair of green poke-a-dot socks. Her room got chilly at night with the winds constantly beating at the window, so she had started to wear socks at night while she slept. 
     
                  She went back to her chair to watch the storm as it approached. The setting sun was now gone and what was left was dark and eerie. The winds howled and rattled the window as she pulled a flowered blanket over her lap that Mrs. Bailey had given her. The book she had been reading earlier in the day lay open on the small table that stood between the two chairs in the sitting area. Isobel wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue reading the book or just sit there and watch the