When Red had woken up, something had felt different. Don't ask her what, exactly; but it wasn't just that there were no sounds of chaos or smell of blood outside. The feel of quiet, peace, maybe?

Maybe she was being overly optimistic, but she had a feeling-- it was almost time to go.

She packed up her belongings in her basket, along with what she'd needed to borrow during the week, and went downstairs, looking for Derek and the others.