Missing

Stella...Stella! Good News! Grace burst into their rooms in excitement, with adrenaline pumping, her escape from the nasty landlord and chase that ensued from the Britannia Public House, made her giddy. Having stopped in a doorway to see if anyone still followed, to get out the the rain, and read the note. There was enough light from a nearby lamp and her hawk like vision allowed her to read. It was short and direct, like all communication from or with Norman. He only got 'chatty' when he was manipulating people. Translated it read:
Departure at 6 a.m. on 9 November.
Prepare all necessary items for transport.
Be ready!
Stella? Are you asleep? Grace, calm now, moves to the small table at the side of the room to light a lantern; only a faint glow emanated from the fire grate. Turning towards the bed, Grace carried the lantern, holding it up to cast light on the head board area. Empty. That's odd...why would Stella go out on a night like this?
Taking off her wet clothes and slipping on her night shift, Grace made a new fire. A chill had settled in her bones...a chill that was foreboding. Where is Stella...would she have gone out alone? Maybe Norman arrived sooner and they went out. If so, why...when the plan was to leave in a few hours.
Grace suddenly becomes concerned. Something is very wrong here.