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In the end, Lily hadn't even bothered to change out of the robes. Somewhere along the way she'd lost the pointed hat -- and the parrot -- though she wasn't particularly sad about either of those. The place where the parrot had yanked her hair out still hurt, but she couldn't be sure if the pain was actually due to the bird or just a result of whatever the hell had happened to her the night before. Her muscles ached and her hair felt dirty, lank and greasy, but she couldn't bring herself to worry about showering.

What she wanted, more than anything, was to go home and go to sleep.

She was suddenly aware of why people claimed to hate the island and the things it did. Waking up in the showers wearing a stupid robe wasn't all that upsetting, but not being able to remember anything that led up to it when she was fairly sure she hadn't taken anything was bothering her more than she wanted to admit. After dinner with Nina, she couldn't remember anything. She didn't know what she'd done, what she'd said, who she'd been with or if she'd done anything to hurt anyone. None of it sat well.

And she knew she had to find Nina, too. At least she might be able to supply some clues as to what had gone on and why Lily had woken up in the Compound. It would have been so easy to just head home, but instead she walked toward Nina's room. She wanted a shower, she wanted something to eat and she wanted to sleep, but more than that, she wanted to know at least part of what had happened the night before.