Stella awoke that morning out of recurring dream, like always, where she finally got to rescue James. This time, however, it was oddly different. Stella wasn't herself in the dream. She didn't know who she was, but she knew she wasn't herself... all she could remember was long blonde hair, and piercing brown eyes.
Arabella.
The pure thought of her made Stella sick to her stomach.
Stella laid in her makeshift bed for a few moments before pulling herself to her feet. It was evident to see that Stella had tossed and turned all night, due to her tangled hair and disheveled clothes. Stella sighed under her breath and found her way to the shower, peeling off her bed clothes. The water was cold due to blackout and no water heater, but Stella had pretty much gotten used to taking cold showers. They were quick and most of all, they woke her up.
Stella got out of the shower and changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans- something she'd grown accustomed to wearing- and tied her hair up into a ponytail.
Today was the day that she was going to try and reveal a plan to Caleb. Today was the day that she was getting down to business.
It'd been two weeks since James got captured by the Maniacs, and Stella could hardly stand the fact that James wasn't back already. Stella glanced in the mirror before she headed down the hallway and up the stairs to the offices.
Caleb was bound to be up there somewhere.
Stella passed by the empty rooms before spotting Caleb rolling away in his rolling chair. She nearly laughed at the sigh tof him.
"Morning C." Stella said softly, then she spotted Gert at the front of the room. Stella nodded slightly at him. Gert was Edmund's right-hand, but she didn't really know much about him.
Stella looked back at Caleb and motioned for him, "Do you have a second?" Stella asked softly.