Felicity breathed a sigh of relief when he finally left. She had had instances with others end worse, and those memories still plagued her both in mind in body. For a solid ten minutes she wept, hating who she was and fearing what he could now do should he decide to reveal her little secret. How could this night have gone so terribly wrong?

After a time she took a breath and regathered herself and with a steady a hand as she could manage and her potions at her disposal she transformed herself into Philip Gallagher once more. Where the hell was Trevor when she needed him? She stepped outside her room only to run into a huge figure, it was William, her usher and part giant. "Little fella alright? Can get rid of him." He assured her, his big hand stroked her hair.

"I'm alright big fella, and no, let him stay. He's...He's Ministry and he knows."

William looked anxious at hearing that and shifted from one foot to the next. "What's Little fella gonna do?"

Felicity took a breath. "Whatever I have to." It was the truth. She took another breath or two and stepped back into the front of the house, the staff who were cleaning were pretending not to notice, but she or rather once again he, knew better. She spoke with ease and confidence, though her voice was deep once more. One would think that the incident had never occurred in the back. "Sorry about the confusion Mr. Caulfield, as you can tell everything is up to par here and the Golden Hearth Theatre, and mind you your reputation is SAFE with us." She said making sure they all heard, the man was off limits to slander.