After the phone call she'd received, with no answer on the other end, Elena had just wanted to be close to Stefan again. For all that Damon had blown up at her, had railed at her that Stefan was gone...he couldn't be. Not when he kept calling. Even if he wasn't speaking to her, he at least was still yearning to hear her voice. Which meant there was still hope.
So, changing into a pair of yoga pants and leaving her tank and sweater on, Elena drove back to the Salvatore Boarding House. She let herself in, moving quietly up the stairs. She didn't want to disturb Damon just...slip into Stefan's room. Maybe spend the night. His scent on the sheets would do a lot to soothe her.
Except she apparently wasn't going to be sleeping tonight. Stefan's room was a wreck. And she stood there a moment in shock before she turned, rushing back down the stairs towards Damon's room. What had happened?
"Damon?" She didn't care if he were with Andie. She needed to talk to him. "Damon?!"