With the physical blow that her visions usually dealt her, Philomena was quite used to being at the mercy of gravity. She might have been thankful that she wasn’t on the top of a staircase this time, but when she opened her eyes and realized the soft landing she’d thought was a flower bed was in actuality the man…well, she much preferred the blooming flower bed than him. “I’m…I’m so…I’m so sorry!” She squeaked, palm on his jacket’s lapel as she tried to scramble off of him. “Truly, I didn’t mean to - ” She was going to absolutely murder that stupid fox. Before she could though, she had to find a way to notify the man that he had somehow landed on the folds of her skirt.

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