Ann Tickwittee eyed her reflection as she stroked her hair with a curling iron, applying fluid waves to her normally straightened threads. It signified an occasion of notable importance, as she rarely went to such pains to fix her black locks in this particularly elegant manner. Once satisfied with her wavy hair, she peered deeper into the mirror to appraise her makeup composition and curled, dark eyelashes, then the confection of glimmering metal in her ears. Tentative, she removed the silver kitten to reduce the number of piercings to eleven. Her escort was surely imminent, if he had not already arrived. So she neglected to deliberate any further and rushed out of her bathroom, passing between the ranks of four of her dozens of Anubis statues. She hurriedly retrieved her black handbag depicting the very same feline character as her absent ear stud. Strapping the purse over her shoulder, the teacher of human history exited her apartment and descended the stairway, the silken ripples of her midnight purple dress emphasizing her feminine gait. A black limousine was idling in the narrow lane outside the building, and Ann approached slowly with an unsure gesture that passed as a wave. The door to the stretched vehicle was opened for her, and the young woman delicately stepped in.