Poor Little Princess
Who: Drusilla
Where: Hotel lobby
When: A day after her arrival
What: Dru is trying to adjust to being a human again.
"Poor little Princess," Dru whispered to Miss Edith, staring into the doll's eyes. "Is this your fault, Miss Edith, because you were naughty? Did you turn us into humans, did you? I don't like it one bit."
She'd woken up that morning with a gnawing hunger in her stomach, and after remembering what Spike said about no eating the other guests, she had crawled down to the eating area and laid under a table, having a sandwich. And then another, and some soda to drink. She'd never had soda... it bubbled in her throat, and she spit it back out onto the floor in alarm, until the nice phantom waiter had explained carbonation. "It boils my insides," she'd told him, looking up at him from her spot under the table, but he'd just smiled and walked away.
Now she was curled up in a chair in the lobby, watching people go by, listening to them talk, and having her own conversation with her doll. "There's no way out, Miss Edith. Spike said so, and he's a smart one, he is." She leaned her head back dramatically, wrapping her arms around her stomach and writhing as if in pain. "I don't want to be human," she whined into the air around her. "Echoes."