Maurice sat on the first floor of the antique shop with full tension, quietly waiting for time to pass.
Outside the window at this moment, the rain was still pouring down, and the cold wind howled, the sound of the storm, after being weakened by the doors and windows, turned into an even more unsettling, strange wail. Like the waves beating against a solitary island in the storm, it came continuously from all directions, and beyond the not-too-distant display window, one could no longer see the scenery across the street.
Nina and Sherry also came down to the first floor, the two girls ran to the window and looked at the storm outside with nervousness, whispering something to each other from time to time.
The mysterious lady named "Alice," however, seemed to be entirely free from such nerves. She looked out the window with only curiosity and pleasure in her eyes, a kind of … pleasure that Maurice could not understand.
