What a truly, horrible, terrible, no-good day, Fable thought miserably.
Truly, everything had gone wrong.
First, she'd upset her friends and went on a walk to try to clear her head. Then she found herself lost in the winding streets. New York didn't have this problem. The streets were numbered, for Christ's sake!
She'd ended up near some weird fountain but just when she thought things were looking up, she saw this guy in a hoodie push over an older lady and run off with her purse.
It wasn't like she hadn't seen any muggings in her day, especially against the elderly but this country has seemed so peaceful, she had hoped it was different.
After helping up the older lady, she had taken off after the thief on a very long, tiring chase. If she had known the surroundings better, she w
