The sun was a little lower in the sky when Saga and Alabaster set forth from the apartment in pursuit of a worthy disguise for the latter-- and it had dipped even lower by the time the former had realized that the mall was the other way.

Somehow, they'd made it there without ending up in the wrong city entirely (which, thankfully, she'd only managed once), and had left the question of men's fashion to one of the clerks. She hadn't seen Alabaster since he'd been hauled off, and was starting to consider trying to relocate him, having entertained thoughts of him tangled up in dress shirts or inadvertently cutting up slacks or worse.