[thedressingroom]
[Bree runs into the room, breathing heavily, and slams the door behind her before leaning back against it. Her heart would be thudding in her chest if it were still capable of beating, which it isn't. It's been still and cold for almost three months now, something that still, on occasion, manages to surprise her. Finally her eyelids flutter open, and she pushes off the door, going as still as a statue when she realizes this isn't the hideout in Seattle]
Riley's going to kill me.