Who: Evie [Narrative] When: Morning Where: Her room
Evie couldn't remember sleeping so much in her life. It had been such a stressful, physically taxing week, that once she'd confirmed for herself that Jack, Cecilia, and Lennon were going to be all right, she'd gone back up to the house and crashed hard. Something strange had settled in her over the past few days, a deep sense of sadness and hopelessness. It had started when she and Juno had gone to Jack to let him know (some) of what was going on, and she'd seen her dress hanging in his room.
Her wedding dress. Hanging in Jack's room. Even though she knew that nothing had happened between them, even though some of her memories from the night before had returned to her so she better understood the context of why the dress hadn't still been hanging in her own closet, she still felt a crushing depression about it all.
After returning the dress to her closet, she had funneled the hopelessness and sadness and depression into the maintenance chores around the mansion, doing whatever Oliver and Kate directed her to do, keeping as busy as she could so that when she went back inside, it was all she could do to make it to her bed before crashing. And then they'd all woken up yesterday to the house being spotless and in perfect, pristine order, and it had felt like everything had been for nothing.
The trip to the hospital had served to remind her that it wasn't for nothing, that if they hadn't put in all that effort, Jack, Cecilia, and Lennon might be on the verge of death now, and she wouldn't have been able to live with herself if that were the case. It couldn't ease that heaviness in her chest enough, though, and because of it, she'd holed away in her room, wishing desperately that she had the comfort and support of Philippe's presence just then.
There just didn't seem to be anything logical about this situation, and that frustrated her, but more than that, there didn't seem to be any hope for a future after this ordeal. It made her wonder if maybe, perhaps, she could understand Juno's desire for a gun a little better now. Not completely, because she wasn't sure she would ever be able to take her own life, but the thought process behind it seemed to make a little more sense to her now.
And today, Evie woke feeling exhausted despite all the sleep she'd gotten over the past couple days, her body aching and protesting doing anything, while also protesting staying in bed. Nothing seemed appealing to her. She finally dragged herself out of her bed at nearly noon, unaware of anything as she wandered into her bathroom. In a moment that felt strangely unlike her, she ran herself a bath and sank into the scalding water, closing her eyes as she tried to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do now. She felt lost, like she had no direction and like there was no point in figuring it out.
When she finally got out of the tub, skin red and pruned, she dried off and pulled on clothes before going back into her room. Evie just leaned against the wall and looked around her space dejectedly. Amazing how she'd come to think of it as hers, how the white walls and linens and the bed hovering with a blue under-light and the ceiling painted like the early evening sky. It was stunning and comforting and in this place, it was hers. But the truth was that it wasn't hers, and it felt traitorous to her life back home to think of it as hers.
As she looked around, she finally spotted the piece of paper just inside her door. Her eyebrows furrowed at it before her eyes widened and just the smallest hint of a smile crossed her face. Avram had come through on what they'd talked about, she knew it without even looking closer at it yet. And she would be incredibly disappointed if she was wrong and that was from someone else. Crossing to the paper, she picked it up and couldn't help the short laugh that bubbled up at his message on the outside.
Without opening it, Evie tucked it in a pocket and turned to organize her bed in a way that would allow her to read it without fear of the cameras spying on it and cracking the code earlier than they wanted. It was only then that she noticed the blinking light on the computer. Wow, when was the last time she'd woken up in this room and taken so long to check the computer? It, too, felt strange and wrong. But, since she wanted to know what fuckery was waiting for them, other than the promised vote, she decided to hold off on the encryption until she'd checked the computer.
Things would have to be okay somehow, because she couldn't just give up.