The door opened.

A fairly tall man, dressed in a black suit without a tie, slipped in quietly. A few slow steps as he watched the girl curled up in the corner. A tilting of his head, the look on his face a mixture of concern and apprehension. Slowly, he knelt down and stretched out his hand as if to touch her, but does not quite reach her body. His voice a soft, vaguely concerned whisper.

"Lady Shelley?"