12th floor stairwell, 12:10am
It had been a long, rather uneventful night at work. She had fallen asleep almost as soon as she hit her bed earlier in the evening, while Stefan was in the room across from hers. To her surprise, Ileana rolled over to wake up with her doll's blank face staring at her impassively. It was completely natural to life the doll when it's (her?) little arms raised to be picked up and tucked safely in to the front of her apron.
Ileana knew where she had to go. The witch would have to give her light for her stepsister and stepmother in exchange for something. If she could just make it through to find the Baba Yaga, she would have to help. Stepping out of her apartment, she made her way down the stairs as the doll in her front pocket slowly moved her head and pointed a little hand to direct Ileana where to go.