Theresa woke up reluctantly, ready to just fall back into unconsciousness; there was still no point in anything. She turned her body and felt fabric shift with her. ‘That’s odd,” she thought to herself. Her eyes opened and she saw that she was back in her room. Something fell into her lap, and looking down she saw it was a wet cloth; she assumed that it was previously on her forehead, seeing as her forehead was damp.
Curious to know why she was in her room, Theresa got out of bed and stepped into the hallway. Nothing upstairs had been broken, just the items downstairs. She got closer to the stairway and heard the sound of sweeping coming from below. Somebody was cleaning up; Theresa assumed it was Ciel, or rather his butler. She rolled her eyes and headed downstairs. “Cie