Penthouse Level: 12:00 am
Everything was normal when Boyd reached the penthouse level. She could see Rosalie waiting for her, and she saw Rosalie raise her hand to knock on Vlad's door. But by the time she reached Vlad's door, everything was different.
Her sundress had transformed into a white babydoll dress, better suited to someone much younger than her, but that wasn't the most remarkable thing. Between the stair and the door, a red cloak had materialized on her shoulders, the hood pulled over her red hair, which was curled into perfect ringlets. The cloak enveloped her, trailing to the floor, and her feet were bare. There was a basket in the crook of her arm, and she stopped a moment, an overwhelming desire to stray and not go all the way to the door, maybe to look at flowers instead.
She frowned.
That wasn't right.
She looked over her shoulder, worried that she was being followed (though not by Vaughn - in fact, she couldn't even remember Vaughn's name without trying), and she shook her head, forcing it clear.
She walked the rest of the way to the blonde that was waiting for her (how she knew that she didn't know), and she stopped in front of her. "I think I'm lost," she said, eyes wide and trusting. A shake of her head, and her memory started to mix in with the unfamiliar ones about mother and grandmother and the woods and the wolf. No, Shane, not wolf. Wolf.
"Rose, knock on the door again, before I forget why I'm here again," she said, a sweet smile taking over the moment of knowledge a second later. The haunt at her shoulder - grandmother - told her to leave the woods.