Rose was wide awake when her surroundings changed and she found herself being pulled through the rift to Cardiff. Her first instinct was to run, to hide and when that didn't work, her next impulse was to fight. But Rose was no real match for the magic of the Ministry officials who'd greeted her and she quickly found herself at a literal stand still, unable to move. What the fuck had they done to her?
She expected to either be executed on sight or dragged to some jail after that, but instead she was given a really unbelievable explanation, a magic journal, a little money and a place to stay. It was the last thing she'd expected and Rose's head was spinning as she left the apartment just as quickly as she'd found it. She needed more information. She needed to get to know her surroundings. She needed to know for sure that this was truly another world she found herself in. That there wouldn't be guardians descending on her at any moment.
She wanted to believe it. A quick check of the bond between her and Lissa supported the idea. She could send that her best friend was there, alive, but the sense was really faint. Much more so than it had ever been during her time in Russia. She wanted to believe that something had delivered her to a place where she could stop sleeping with one eye open and looking over her shoulder at every turn, but after five years of living life on the run, some habits were hard to break and that kind of hope was hard to really grasp onto. She couldn't trust it.