Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Early (?) evening
Summary: Fiona arrives at the Dollsy House.
She wondered if she'd tripped. It certainly felt that way, and she had felt she was going to, but what was under her didn't feel like earth at all and to be perfectly honest, Fiona Belli wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing.
Then another thought occurred to her, one in which had her scrambling to her feet in a hurry. Hewie! When she'd left him, he was injured and...and then there was that Riccardo...but neither of them seemed to be around. Fiona carefully glanced around, puzzled more by the lack of her pursuer than by the change of setting. She was used to that much by now.
"Hewie...?" Her voice was low, without much hope. As expected, there was no energetic bark in response. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to keep herself from panicking, from thinking about the implications of that and even more the things Riccardo could have done to her in her unconscious state. Instead, she turned her attention to the door in front of her. It was large and sturdy looking, reminiscent of the one she'd seen at the mansion. She tried tugging it open, but to no avail.
Of course, that would be too easy, she thought as she let out a sigh. Then in another vain attempt to push her beloved albino shepherd out of her mind, she once again looked to either side of her. Once again stranded and without a map, she began questioning where to begin this time.