Her dreams were the same as always, never quite nightmares but never the alternative, aside from one vital exception: Lily was not aware of falling asleep. There had been no bed, no sheets, only the cold roughness of cracked concrete and Heine and Giovanni's voices followed by light, wakefulness. No one had drugged her, no one had moved her into this place. She touched the sheets, understanding that the texture was different from the texture she was used to, and overhead the light cast a slightly yellow-tinged glow, warmer than the stark white she saw every day.

Lily was afraid.

Had she gotten them in trouble? Heine and Giovanni, but especially Heine since he'd been the one to stop her. She knew they could withstand anything but it was impossible not to worry about friends, especially after a blackout like the one she'd just experienced.

There were two beds, but the room was empty aside from her. Lily stood up, noting her unfamiliar clothing and the strangeness of the room--if she wasn't so used to the subtle tells of dreams, she might have suspected she was having one. The closet was yanked open, drawers were pulled to their limits. The changes told her that she had to get to the others, that time was running short, especially if Heine and Giovanni had been separated for what had happened.

Patience did not come easy to her, but she waited. Ignored the dark voice and waited. Something would happen, there'd be a sign, even if it was something as subtle as scrapes against the floor.

Lily continued to wait, back against one of the closed closet doors while she listened for sounds of approaching footsteps.


[Lily isn't wearing the collar she has in her icon...she's just a bit airheaded and hasn't noticed it yet]