Who'd ever think it?
WHO: Florence Vassy
WHERE: Outside an apartment (building 35)
TIME OF DAY: Afternoon
POST SUMMARY: Florence falls asleep in Merano and wakes up in this fair myserious city.
The night air was cold, but Florence wasn't ready to go inside just yet. She pulled her robe tighter around her shoulders, taking in the skyline of Merano. It was a beautiful city, not that she'd been able to see much of it, but her time here was at an end - much like her relationship with Freddie Trumper.
What would he do now without her, she wondered, then immediately chased the thought away. He was Walter's problem now, not hers. Let him deal with his temper and screaming fits. She'd put her life on hold and went through seven years of hell; it was high time for someone else to step in.
All the same, it was frightening to realize that she was without a compass for the first time in a long time. She'd lived her life devoted to Freddie's needs, desires and whims and now that she had the freedom to do what she wanted on her own terms, she didn't know where to begin.
She took a deep breath and turned to enter her room, closing the balcony doors behind her. She wasn't going to figure out her future tonight. What she needed was sleep, a few hours if nothing else. Everything would be manageable in the morning.
Unfortunately for her, the morning had other ideas. When she woke up, she found herself on the sidewalk in front of a strange building, inexplicably dressed in her best suit. Alarmed, she stood and surveyed her surroundings. This wasn't Merano, that much was certain.
"Hello? Anyone here?" She started to walk down the street, hoping to find someone, anyone. It was surely just a dream. People didn't fall asleep and wake up in strange cities in real life, only in stories.
WHERE: Outside an apartment (building 35)
TIME OF DAY: Afternoon
POST SUMMARY: Florence falls asleep in Merano and wakes up in this fair myserious city.
The night air was cold, but Florence wasn't ready to go inside just yet. She pulled her robe tighter around her shoulders, taking in the skyline of Merano. It was a beautiful city, not that she'd been able to see much of it, but her time here was at an end - much like her relationship with Freddie Trumper.
What would he do now without her, she wondered, then immediately chased the thought away. He was Walter's problem now, not hers. Let him deal with his temper and screaming fits. She'd put her life on hold and went through seven years of hell; it was high time for someone else to step in.
All the same, it was frightening to realize that she was without a compass for the first time in a long time. She'd lived her life devoted to Freddie's needs, desires and whims and now that she had the freedom to do what she wanted on her own terms, she didn't know where to begin.
She took a deep breath and turned to enter her room, closing the balcony doors behind her. She wasn't going to figure out her future tonight. What she needed was sleep, a few hours if nothing else. Everything would be manageable in the morning.
Unfortunately for her, the morning had other ideas. When she woke up, she found herself on the sidewalk in front of a strange building, inexplicably dressed in her best suit. Alarmed, she stood and surveyed her surroundings. This wasn't Merano, that much was certain.
"Hello? Anyone here?" She started to walk down the street, hoping to find someone, anyone. It was surely just a dream. People didn't fall asleep and wake up in strange cities in real life, only in stories.