01 - In the Cold Light of Morning (or: where the fuck am I?)

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[Raquel wakes up in an unfamiliar bed next to an unfamiliar man. This is actually problematic; not knowing where she is means she's not in the Biltmore, which by extension means she's somewhere else. She has no issues waking up next to someone she doesn't recognize immediately--it happens--but doing it out in the open like this is a level of reckless that even she isn't stupid enough to sink to. Upon sitting up in the bed and looking around the room, she finds more questions than answers. Everything looks so... old fashioned. And what the hell is with the pictures of her with a husband and kids so old that she had to have been, like, five when she popped them out. Creepy.

When she crawls out of the bed, she realizes that it's fucking cold in the house, even with the heating on . Raquel is a desert creature and isn't used to winters that are cold enough to actually freeze. She finds a pair of his-and-hers terry bathrobes and ends up putting them both on before catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Wait. Where did her piercings go? And, for that matter, why is her hair back to its natural dark brown? She makes a face at her reflection, displeased with it, before leaving the bedroom in search of answers.

Finding none, she settles for picking up the phone and demanding some.]

So, um. Where the hell am I? Why am I here? How do I get home?

[Pause.]

And when the hell is it going to warm up?