Rachel loses Raoul and finds herself lost.

Raoul marched smartly from the room like a soldier, leaving Rachel to try and shuffle along behind her. She peered back at the old woman once, but the lady seemed to have disappeared somewhere within the racks of clothes.

Wincing she took short mincing steps, feeling her lips sting with the stretching, each step causing a burning within like something was tearing.

"Raoul?" she called, once out in the hall, but Raoul seemed to have gone ahead without waiting. Having no idea where she was she took a few turns at random, winding up exactly where she was to begin with. Lost.

"Raoul!" she called louder.

"Hey, what's the racket out here?" a voice called back from around a corner.

"Oh thank God," she said, rushing forward without heed for the discomfort between her legs. Turning the corner she saw...