A/N I came up with this concept last night when I couldn't sleep. I'm so excited and so far I am pretty happy with it. It's pretty dark but I hope you all like it.

A tired, twenty-year-old Tori Vega is walking the streets of New York. It's 2am and she couldn't sleep. She always struggles to fall asleep, she finds it difficult to stop her brain from going 100 miles per hour and then, when she does it decides to slip in to the darkest caverns of the things that haunt her; some are so stupid like when she called a teacher mom, others are more sinister.

Tori is in New York for work. She has an acting job in the morning, having given up on catching much sleep she just hopes the makeup team can cover the black bags under her eyes that somehow always seem to be getting darker.

The New York streets are surprisingly well lit but there is a mist that's engulfing the buildings so Tori can only see about 20 feet in front of her. It's a cold winter's night. Tori's bundled up in layers of jumpers, a hat, scarf, gloves etc. but somehow, she still feels cold. She has -to her surprise- met many other people roaming the streets also unable to sleep she assumes.

Along her way, Tori takes a few wrong turns, she doesn't notice at first but soon she hears more going on; men laughing, talking, shouting and then women screaming. Fear consumes her, where is she? Her thoughts are racing as she pulls out her phone to check on GPS. It's dead.

'Great!' She groans in annoyance.

She quickly decides it would be best for her to keep moving because she had absolutely no idea where she was and therefore had no idea how dangerous it would be to stand around alone. Her feet kept moving as she kept glancing over her shoulder to check for potential attackers. After God knows how long Tori had almost resigned herself to wandering aimlessly until day break when through the mist, she saw a lit-up building.

As Tori approaches the building she hears music coming out of the windows and doors. She's sure it's a bar. It was better than nothing she supposes and she's exhausted so she decides to go in even if it's just for a few minutes to heat up and rest her legs.

The bar stinks of smoke, whiskey and vomit; a revolting combination. Much of the bar is taken up by old sleazy men, the others are women who to Tori seem much older but she has an inclination that they aren't much older than her. She walks straight to the bathroom to freshen up, hoping to see something better in there.

As she pushes the door open she has an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. There is a girl in the bathroom rummaging through a tatty, beaten bag. Her bleached blonde hair is matted and damaged beyond repair, her skin so white and she's so skinny Tori's worried she'll snap. The girl obviously feels Tori's eyes on her as she looks around abruptly and as she looks up Tori recognises the harsh blue eyes, she'd spot them anywhere; she'd been looking for them everywhere.

'…Tori? What the hell are you doing here?'

'Well I could ask you the exact same question.'