Lily

They work together, they spend a lot of their time together, but Lily realizes she doesn't actually tell Nina all that much. It's not that she's avoiding telling her things, because, if she's honest, she hasn't discussed Delta with very many people at all. Not because she's embarrassed of him, not because she doesn't know what's going on, but because she's never been prone to talking about her relationships.

Because that's what it is. She's in a relationship.

She and Delta haven't talked about it, really, but she doesn't think they need to.

She's made plans with Nina for that afternoon, coffee and maybe some shopping, and she's wondering if she should tell her. If that's the sort of thing they need to discuss. She's waiting at the coffee shop, though, near the door, a scarf wrapped around her neck against the wind.

At the end of it all, as Lily had expected, Nina pulled it off. Without any incidents, her mind tried to tell her, but as she always did when she thought of that film she'd seen on the island, she turned elsewhere. Darrow wasn't New York, it could never compare to what they'd had, but it was turning out to be a pretty great place to be stuck, after all. They could both work and Nina was away from her mother, which Lily knew could only be good for her.

Still in costume, a soft pink tutu and bodice embroidered with gold, Lily hurried backstage, looking for Nina. She had to feel good after that, especially with the way the audience was still going nuts out there, cheering and applauding.

"Hey," she called, spotting Nina down the hall. She turned, slipping between two other dancers, then hurried toward her, fingers already working to take down her hair. "Tell me how good you feel."

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.