[Were you talking to someone? It seems Rebecca's disappeared from Reid's arms entirely, just as the room around them threatens to blur and swirl. Everything falls into the same darkness, the glinting stars growing brighter and brighter until they overwhelm and blur his focus, until everything comes back into clarity. Only the stars have become hanging crystal chandeliers and diamonds around wealthy women's throats in a large, ornate ballroom.
Music swells from the band at one side and some people dance, others sit at tables with their drinks or chat in groups. It's a high society sort of deal.]