It was hard for Lavender to believe that soon she wouldn't be staying in the Hyperion anymore. Soon she'd be out on her own, running a shop of all things. It was bizzare, almost as bizzare as when she first found herself in LA. It made sense to move on though, because to be honest, being in the hotel made her lonely. Everyone she had become close to here had left - hopefully went back where they came from. She needed to move on to, the hotel made her mope, and feel useless, at least at the shop she could help people.
She wandered the halls of the Hyperion, remembering so many things that had happened here. It was then that she heard the laugh, a crazy laugh. The werewolf froze for a moment turning in the direction of the noise. She could only guess that it came from the captive they had, a fire princess or something? Lavender had only heard about her.
Against her better judgement Lavender followed the noise, and when she saw the captive she cocked her head to one side.