Boyd wasn't in the living room when she got back to it and she wasn't outside either. She was gone, and that meant that Rosalie had done something else wrong, without meaning to. Somewhere in between recovering from Margot and trying to keep Daniel safe and helping him break free of Vaughn, and whatever had happened to Jude, and everything that kept happening with the building, she was letting things slip, and hurting the people she cared about. And this time, it had been Boyd.
She called the building and left a message for Boyd in 601. Wanting to apologize but not knowing what to say, she ended up telling her softly that she hoped Boyd had gotten home okay. Then, Rosalie crept silently to the bedroom that she had stayed in a few days ago. She barely remembered to take off her coat and shoes before climbing into the bed and wrapping the blankets around herself tightly, closing her eyes and thinking of morning and sunshine, and simpler things. She clung to those ideas, even as she drifted off and they turned into red hair, and flashing knives, and blood. Soon, everything would be gone again.