Effie was still kneeling on the floor, the body of the man she had married before her, bleeding out everywhere. A hand fumbled, reaching into her pocket for her phone, typing out a three word message before she let the phone fall away, collapsing onto the body. It would be hours before Damon would arrive to Gotham City from Mystic Falls, and he knew he could let himself in...now that the only true owner of the penthouse was dead.
Effie broke down, curling into a ball around the cooling body of her husband, trembling as she brokenly sobbed, waiting for her best friend to arrive.