“Seems so,” Fred murmured at Rose’s question to the mansion being in control. “Either the mansion is in control… or there’s some sort of higher ‘being’ using the mansion to mess with us. If that makes any sense.” She scrunched her nose up in confusion at her statement before shaking her head with a sigh. “Yup. Stuck here like sitting ducks while everybody we left behind worries to death. And I agree; I’m not a big fan of being thrown into random place you can’t exactly leave when you want.”
There was Pylea on her mind again. She had long since gotten over her five-year detainment on the demonic plane, but every now and then the memories would return to haunt her. They were always terrifying and sent her reeling, but they did not affect her as much anymore. But coming here to this mansion had lifted a whole lot of dust off of those memories that she would have rather just left buried in her closet.
Fred smiled again. “Go ahead. People here seem just as lost as the rest of us and… most… of them seem friendly.” She gave another small nervous laugh. “Luckily, it’s pretty easy to tell instantly who’s not as friendly as the rest.”
It was then that Fred also took a moment to stare back up at the Mona Lisa. She tilted her head curiously, her own unreadable smile on her face as she answered, “That’s one of life’s greatest memories, isn’t it?”