Lily didn't expect to hear a familiar voice, but she turned at the sound of a young woman calling for her father. It could have been anyone, she tried to tell herself, but it sounded like Eleanor and she walked in that direction, her heels loud in the tall, empty room she'd entered.

"Eleanor?" she asked, poking her head into the hall, lifting the hem of her dress with one hand so she wouldn't trip on it as she walked, hurrying toward the younger woman. The few other people she'd seen didn't seem inclined to explain anything to her and a familiar face was extremely welcome.