Sleeping in the forest had worked for the first few nights. She was Garou after all. But soon, her desire for the creature comforts that any Glass Walker would miss overwhelmed her and she made a foray into town. With no money and few prospects in the apparently backward world the locals called RhyDin, Cait had stolen provisions under cover of night, finding herself not alone in this world insofar as creatures of legend were concerned.
Well, she thought, it's the same everywhere.
Over the course of that first week, Cait learned that Simon Gentle had survived the attack of the Black Spirals. With the help of several special amulets and personal sacrifice, the body of water called Turtle Pond in Central park had served as a window for their correspondence. Simon wrote in his first letter that he had plunged ahead with his idea that she wasn't lost -- totems and spirits had confirmed this for him, but found no way, at that time, through the Umbra for either of them. He had dropped a weighted, wrapped package into the pond. Cait had found that first message in the week after her arrival in this place. It instructed her on what Simon had been told might work to get their messages through and that if it worked, she would hear from him, or his solicitors if he was unavailable. Neither he, nor his totem spirits could know for sure what the time differential might be from New York to wherever Cait had gone. The totems told Simon she wasn't in the Umbra, but that she had passed through it at some point.
She went into town for some supplies, food, parchments, writing implements -- all of a very crude nature -- in order to test Simon's theories. It became clear that if she left a message on the forest floor where the incoming messages appeared, Simon somehow received it. She never could get him to explain the condition of the message in their letters, but he insisted that while the parchments she sent arrived in readable condition, it would be unwise for her to try the same feat to get home.
After two weeks of this, Cait occasionally traveling into town during the day for human company and to learn, at Simon's behest, about her new surroundings, a few business opportunities became clear. Cait relayed them to Simon who leapt upon them with great alacrity. Soon, he was sending her valuables to bank for him in RhyDin at exorbitant exchange rates. The gold and silver and rarer precious metals and stones were worth a great deal with the purity that could be obtained in the US RhyDin bankers and brokerage houses were willing to meet Gentle's demand for the goods. This allowed Cait to establish a base of operations. In a month, Cait dutifully working for her former lover, a viable business force had been set up. She'd even hired locals to operate things for her because they knew all the customs and regulations. RhyDin was not so backward a place after all. In fact, she found that many of those she met had come not from the land they lived on, but from other places, times, even worlds. RhyDin was some sort of cosmic meeting place that the locals referred to as the Nexus. Cait became a type of "company president" concerned with only the most important decisions and Simon was a "foreign investor." It served.
The small property within in the forest where Cait lived six weeks after her arrival was an "inroad." Simon had authorized a lot of his money for purposes of securing it and the land around it so that Cait would have a place to stay. A LOT of his money. It was both a dalliance and an insurance for Simon Gentle. A "just in case" should his holdings on Fifth Avenue and his interests in Central Park suddenly become untenable. He knew he could use the Pond as his gateway and he kept that his own little secret.
She didn't find that underhanded or evil. Working for Simon was as easy in this place as it had ever been in New York. They were two of a kind -- looking at him had always been like looking at herself.