I ran down towards her, pushing past people, apologising profusely, trying desperately to get a view of her again before she turned off somewhere.
I must have gone a hundred metres - way further than she could have got in that short amount of time - before I stopped. She must have gone into a shop or down a lane. I turned and started working back the other way, against the tide of pedestrians, looking in each shop and down each lane as I went. I was conscious that I was bumping a lot people but I just kept apologizing and looking sideways. I got all the way back to the gift shop and still hadn’t found her.
Yes! Three days, three stories. This one was a struggle I must admit. Several false starts and I came close to giving it away. But I stuck with it and it came out.