But as she blinked, he was gone.
Just like the wind. There was no one by her side. Professor Seward realized she had forgotten to breathe for a moment, and took a long deep and sharp inhale.
It's the drugs. It's getting to her. She's now experiencing a head rush and would be in a doozy soon.
She stood up and looked for Harker, wondering if she could ask him to get her cab before she fully passed out. A young man dressed as a gentleman approached her and made a deep bow.
"How do you do at this fine eve, my lady?"
Joan sneered. "Just bang up the elephant. Though your pretentious 'British' accent could make a stuffed bird laugh, you hobbledehoy."
The guy was confused, and she just booped his nose.
"If you're going to have a Victorian party, better do your research first, son."
