The women’s department was on the next floor; at first the spiral staircase had looked intimidating, especially for a girl whose food supply had been woefully lacking due to her trying to be thrifty. As Sara-Jane reached the landing, she was distracted by a flower on the windowsill; it wasn’t so much the flower but the fascinating view behind it. The discount store sat squashed between two other buildings and any available windows would look out on brickface. Someone had artfully placed a realistic image of a distant cityscape on the window. As Sara-Jane stood admiring, someone called to her.