It really shouldn't have taken Vesper very long to find his apartment. Those particular buildings were some of biggest, most prominent on the island and yet, Vesper found herself taking slow steps, slower the closer she came to his door. What could she say to him? There was truly nothing in this world that she could sputter out or explain away that would make the pain any less. No doubt her death had left many unanswered questions and knowing James, he hadn't settled until he knew everything and finished the bad guys. Sadly, he'd probably drank a little too much too; a habit he had back when she was still alive. When they were together, far from Montenegro and all the pain there, he seemed to be better, but afte her betrayal and then his arrival here? She wouldn't doubt if he picked up the glass again and made sure it was damn full. Vesper knew he'd no doubt gone for the glass now too. She couldn't blame him. She was supposed to be dead and he had moved on the best any human could, but now this island or whatever had brought her back and though neither wanted it, here they were, facing each other again. She knew the day would come, despite her disbelief in Heaven and Hell, that she'd have to face him and answer for her betrayal, but it wasn't supposed to be so soon.
She stepped into the lobby of the apartment building blindly, going through the motions of checking the ledger before starting for the stairs. It felt like a dream, but no, the dead didn't dream. However, Vesper was not dead anymore, but she knew better than to confuse this with a dream. She'd already fallen once coming here, dress she'd worn to her death ripped and upon closer inspection, the woman was building at the knee. Beyond that, when you fell in dreams, you usually woke up and Vesper was still there, on the street of the mysterious life-giving island no one could tell her much about. Her legs were shaky when she started to use them and her heels were the worse choice to learn how to walk again, but somehow she managed. The stairs before her were harder, but she took them.
Now there was nothing, but a door between her and him and she knew she only had to knock for him to fly to her call. As nervous as she was, she couldn't help, but be eager. She was going to see him again; she was going to see James and maybe she could amend somethings even as she destroyed the man she had truly loved all over again. Forming a small fist, she rapped on the door lightly. She opened her mouth to call out, but thought better and closed it. He was expecting her, wasn't he? Her hand fell to her side and she breathed, yes she breathed, deeply. No, Vesper never thought she'd breath again or feel her heart beating in her chest. She never thought she'd feel the things he did to her all over again.