Ivy salutes Arty when she orders her to check out the hotel. “Ma’am yes ma’am.” She gets to an opulent hotel and is registering when Arty comes back. She brushes back her loose hair from her face. In the last four years, her hair was the same bright fiery red as ever, but had grown to just above her hips. Three images flash across her mind, and she starts to fall in surprise, but catches herself with her forearms on the desk. After an apologetic smile at the registrar, she continues to sign them in, and hands Devon and Arty their keys. “How was the place?” Ivy asks, knowing her friend wouldn’t resist checking out the venue. A white top hangs off of her shoulders, with blue jean shorts and simple sandals. Her sunglasses are pushed up on her head. 

Winter leans back in the chair in her personal studio. She smiles around the room, decorated with posters and awards she’d gained over the past four years. Her assistant comes with a glass of water and turns to leave, when Winter feels an involuntary shiver passing through her. “Miss Campos?” “I’m alright, thank you. It’s nothing,” Winter smiles at the other woman, dismissing her. Once the door clicks shut and the girl’s footsteps retreat, Winter frowns. [b]’Lie.’[/b] Bast chastises. ‘What was I supposed to say? ‘A shiver. I’m not cold so something world-changing important must’ve happened.’