A/N: I've been lacking a computer for days, so in the mean time I've been doing research for this chapter. Sorry it's been so long since I've updated.

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On a distant rooftop, she sat up from the slant of the opaque observatory wall. With a relieved sigh, she stood and dusted herself off. Anne slowly walked over to the railing of the building and looked over to the streets below. She was unaware that she was being watched from behind.

The two eavesdroppers neared her hesitantly. The elderly housekeeper and assistant, Ms. Clearwater, clung to Mr. Bordeaux's coat sleeve tightly and bore her tin watering can outward for protection. She eyed the back of the young woman suspiciously; it was great surprise to Anne when she was prodded on the shoulder. She leapt with fright and mingled slightly with the chance of falling to her death.

"Up you go," the middle-aged man said as he grabbed her before she could slip over the railing. He pulled her to her feet.

"I'm sorry," Anne replied apologetically as she slowly backed away from the ledge and the two strangers.

The two continued watching the woman carefully. She was dressed too finely to be of lower class stature. Her dress was a light brown suit with a high necked button up blouse. A small, brown pillbox hat sat atop her coiffure. Her delicate lips quivered slightly from fright and she still had not quit wringing her hands.

The man spoke with a slight European accent. He was dressed in slacks and a nice front-pleated shirt that was halfway tucked in. Dirt was scattered on his hands and clothes and his knees were soiled from leaning down in the wet floors of the greenhouse.

"Miss, I wish to ask you a few questions and hope that you will answer truthfully," Mr. Bordeaux said, "First of all, what is your name?"

"Anne Montgomery, sir," she replied with a nod.

"And, deary, how old are you?" Ms. Clearwater asked. She smiled cheerfully at the young woman.

"Sixteen," Anne said. Her eyes followed theirs. "I'm sorry for coming up here and for disturbing you."

"It's quite alright," the cherub old woman smiled. "We were just stopping for tea anyways. Would you like to join us?"

"That would be great," Anne replied.

The parlor overlooking Water Street on the Lower East Side had pleasant light blue wallpaper and a small white fireplace on the wall across from the open door. A small, round table stood draped in a flowing white tablecloth and was set for tea in the center of the room. A young woman dressed in a maid's attire stood by the window watching the flocking crowds outside. In her state of daze she continued dusting the same one-foot radius on the wall.

When Ms. Clearwater and Mr. Bordeaux entered the room they took a seat at the table and motioned towards the girl at the window.

"Evelyn," the older woman snapped. The young maid tore away from the window and went to stand by the two adults.

"Evelyn," Ms. Clearwater began more politely than before, "please go fetch another setting for our guest."

Once the maid left there was a sudden clanging towards the back of the house. Evelyn returned with a cup and saucer that she carefully placed in front of Anne. "Thank you," Anne replied.

Ms. Clearwater's eyes followed the clumsy young woman until she had left the room. "Well, I guess that it would be polite of us to introduce ourselves. "I am Mrs. Clearwater and this is -"

The man cut her off, "Colm Bordeaux, the Biologist."

Her name was Elise Clearwater. She had been happily married in her earlier years, but had recently become a widow. Since her husband's death, Elise came to serve as head housekeeper for the young Mr. Bordeaux.

Anne grinned. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The conversation continued in the same polite manner. Mr. Bordeaux remained mostly silent; he sat carefully sipping his coffee and listened to Elise and their guest exchange words.

"What do you do as a Biologist, Mr. Bordeaux?" Anne asked pleasurably.

Colm coughed back his coffee in surprise. He set his cup down and straitened up in his seat. "Erm, well, I sometimes teach night classes at the local college.. but I quite prefer to study Botany - photosynthesis, root structures, water movement - things you wouldn't be interested in."

Ms. Clearwater directed him a stern look.

"Oh." Anne's eyebrows narrowed. "but I believe that I would enjoy hearing about it. What kind of plants do you study?"

He continued glowering; he looked between Ms. Clearwater and Anne with surprise, but the young woman left her eyes persistent. He slowly nodded, "W-well, I have many different specimens.. but m-mostly from the Caladenia's species."

Anne smiled to herself. "Ah, orchids."