Re: 10th floor stairwell, 12:05 am
Even though it was a struggle, Hannah was trying to think. It wasn't her who was pretending to be someone else, that much she knew, even with the dress and shoes. But why would a prince need to pretend? Unless... unless he wasn't a prince, but that didn't make any sense at all. Why did everything have to be so jumbled up and confusing? She barely even noticed that the old woman was smoking - which might have struck her as strange if she had - too absorbed in her newest questions.
"He did leave me." That much seemed right to her, and she nodded to herself. "He left me, Vaughn, because... because something happened. Something bad." It didn't fit with her fairy godmother and the prince's ball, but something inside of her was urging her on. "I can't remember what, though. I don't even know where he went-- but I think he's here, now. I just have to find him." Hannah wanted very much to find him, despite whatever it was that happened - she couldn't remember anyway. It made sense, sort of. She'd been at the ball looking for him, because she only had until midnight, but she hadn't found him. Maybe that was why the magic had lasted.