The girl looked a little like Ramona Flowers, but older: in her thirties now; and strung out. Her hair might have been bright blue or green once, but now it resembled an old lady’s blue rinse. She clutched a thin jacket too tightly around her, and walked with a permanent scowl. He face was thinner now, and meaner. Whether she was looking for a fix, or for trouble, it didn’t much matter.