Maggie Lawrence is moving into the Green Room.Maggie had taken more than a little time composing herself alone in the Gold Room. She could hear noises downstairs, but there was no viable exit in this one, just a creepy painting that she had accidentally destroyed -- hope that wasn't too expensive -- and a window she couldn't seem to get open. She couldn't henshin to protect herself or anybody. And even worse, her Prince Charming had not followed her up the stairs as she had hoped. What if something happened to her! Honestly. A girl could only count on herself.
Oblivious to what was happening in the Blue Room, Maggie crossed quickly to an unopened door that led to the
Green Room. The door didn't want to open, but when she put a little elbow grease behind it, it finally swung, spilling her into an immaculate room. A wide window drew her eye. Maggie passed by the desk,
grabbing the photo of the two women for a closer look as she crossed to the window and
stared out to the front lawn of the manor, looking for anyone she may be able to signal for help or any sign of life.
