Is it plain bad luck or fate that has Bobby venturing into the same store in search of clothing where the Fool now stands, negotiating an exchange with the proprietor? In one hand he carries a wrapped parcel, ostensibly containing wood work of some variety, while in the other rests on a bolt of fine fabric.

When the door opens to admit the latest patron, he glances up in an absent-minded fashion, before his gaze returns to her, lingering. Is it the shadow behind her that draws his eye, or something else?