[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/e2dc091ef456da8501d15eda98e69ff6/tumblr_n83let5PDb1sx6dsko1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Egyptian Museum[/center][hr][hr]Of all the strange, strange happenings, perhaps the return from the grave was a small comfort. Nora, as much as she despised the fantasies of fiction, read more dime novels than she assumed could be in good taste. Among these, she had once become enthralled with the mind of Sherlock Holmes. The possibility of a man returning from the grave, as far as Nora was concerned, was an easy event. Medical records and death reports were remarkably faulty. She had heard tale of dead men still returning home from the United States' Civil War as much as twenty years after the funeral service had concluded. 

That wasn't to say that it wasn't peculiar, of course. Nora merely kept to herself, rather than flinging herself at the newcomer as the starlet did, or attempting to find some sort of story as the reporter did. The highly structured class based society of England forbid such transgressions entirely. It may have been different in America, Nora was aware, but she couldn't help but feel dismayed at the conduct. If her dear brother Ernest had returned from the grave, such interruptions of a reunion would have been absolutely horrid. 

She carefully observed the happy reunion, noting the elongated scar on the gentleman--Peter--that marred his face. The talks of drunken fights at the memorial, accompanied with ernest and sincere hugs, lead Nora to wonder whether or not Peter had supposedly met the same fate as her dear brother. His turns of phrase, at the very least, were most amusing--his implication that Miss Clark made her means through sexual gratification brought a little glimmer to Nora's eyes. With the way the American actress behaved, it was an exceptionally easy mistake to be made. 

As the Lord Major once again insisted that they leave, Nora paused for a moment. Lady Munn had asked for her to stay behind in order to assist her, but she wondered whether or not the Lady Munn would much appreciate some privacy with Peter, whom Nora assumed to be of some close relation to Vera. But it seemed equally improper for her to interject with this heartfelt reunion. The sounding of her voice may shatter the joy and happiness just as much as the starlet and the journalist had, Nora feared. 

But perhaps conventions could slide slightly, for this most extraordinary occasion. And if she did make a misstep, so be it. [color=00ccff]"Pardon me for inquiring, but Lady Munn, will you still be needing my assistance or shall I wait with the others? I would not be so bold as to intrude upon your most happy and decidedly deserved reunion."[/color]