Rapunzel had gone to bed with a worry weighing on her that couldn't be easily fixed. The people around her were suffering in varying degrees or were also worrying about others. She tossed, she turned, and Rapunzel decided she couldn't sleep.
But instead of moving to get out of bed, she found herself in the lobby of The Station, uncertain of how she had gotten there. Everything felt... hazy, somehow, though Rapunzel would be hard-pressed to properly explain it. There was a vague sort of fog everywhere she looked and like just maybe nothing was tangible and would slip through her fingers if she tried to touch it.
The blonde wrapped her fingers around her elbows and stared out the doors that led to the street. Morning was going to arrive soon, by the looks of the sky. But she was sure she hadn't slept; she had been too restless. Rapunzel had heard of sleep-walking - had she done that? No. Her hair definitely would have caught on something because it was unbound and pooled around her bare feet. That... was also cause for a frown. Her hair should have been trailing behind her if she'd walked to the lobby. Rapunzel would have remembered gathering it all up in her arms but there she was: standing in the middle of the empty space with her hair all around her like she'd been simply dropped there. Gently, even.
"Hello?" she risked calling out and her green eyes, which were already slightly too-large, widened. The way her voice echoed and sounded so far... that couldn't be good.