The afternoon was quiet, way to quiet and Invader was out on a walk. For the past few nights she had had dreams of a harbor, every time the sound of distant waves echoed in her mind. During the past few hours she had researched harbors in the area, and looked at pictures of them. Eventually she found the one she was looking for, and soon was on her way to it. As she walked along she caught, the sound of scrambling feet and someone then ran into her. Shortly thereafter a large, old book was thrust into her hands as the other person got to their feet and ran off. Concerned Kristine ducked into a nearby cafe, and settled into a corner of it. Outside the lone figure continued running while two other people were hot on their heels.