With one hand on the door knob, Ladybird freezes in midstride. A name... A name she hasn't heard for so long it seems like another lifetime. Swept by a torrent of memories, she remembers. The likeness snaps into place with the woman's identity.

For a split second she hesitates, her heart beating fast inside her chest, ready to jump up her throat.

Then she runs for it.

"The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended..."
--William Shakespeare