And as he chalked off each floor, he grew closer to his quarry. He felt it more, understood her more. For he knew this was a girl ... and a young one at that. Not as young as Alison, but not as old as the youngest teenagers who lived in the settlements in the grounds. Harry had a fair idea who it was, but how she'd managed to penetrate his mind was a curious conundrum for him to ponder on his search.