“Follow me!” she heard a voice call out from the narrow walkway between the buildings.

“Excuse me?” Marie asked, sticking her head into the entrance her head spinning from the heady fragrance of the rain splattered flowers.

“Follow me!” the voice called again and Marie felt a hand touch her cheek.

She spun around, but saw no one but her shadow dancing under her.

“Follow me!” a whisper at the end of the archway.

Marie pursed her lips, then smiled, and stepped onto the path.