God she really needed to find those pills before she went mad again and this time possibly hurt her trusted friend and now roommate rather than old Weaver. Rogers had even been kind enough to make her a welcome breakfast before he'd left. The thoughtfulness had surprised her, but it also felt incredibly familiar to her for some reason as the blonde sat at the little kitchen table sorting out the clutter in her backpack for that little orange bottle, so she could keep her promise to her papa…

There they were again those ideas messing with her head. But then again, they were the reason she had to find her meds, so she could keep her promise to Detective Rogers. But first, she was going to indulge in a little more madness at least for a little while longer.

"Hello there." Tilly greeted as if the little leather pouch that had toppled out of her backpack could talk back to her. "Where did you come from?" the curious blonde mused feeling a kind of warm tingling feeling running up her arm and making her heart beat just a little faster as she handled the little makeshift bag. She wondered if Rogers had gotten it for her but quickly decided against it. If he had then why hide it in her bag when he could have just given it to her over breakfast?

Giving up on trying to figure out how she'd come by the little gift Tilly soon wondered just what was in it. Just untying the cord and opening the little bag seemed like giving up with this new puzzle she'd been given. "How to solve an unsolvable problem." She whispered to the empty apartment. Her eyes fell on the book she'd 'barrowed' from Henry Mills and a mad idea started forming in her scattered mind. "What would Robin do?" she mused still searching until her eyes landed on the very thing.

"I'll tell you what Locksley. I'll make a bet with you." The girl announced to a little plush fox sitting on the kitchen table as if guarding the rest of Tilly's little treasures. She'd stolen the plush from an informant's house during one of her first jobs for Weaver and thus locking down her place within his ranks. Hunts the name she'd given her foxy little friend even if she had changed it a bit from just calling him 'Lock' to 'Locksley' once she'd found the book at Henry's place. She didn't know why she'd chosen the animal as her first souvenir really but something about its forest colored eyes had called out to her.

Now she really thought about it the fox had the same colored eyes as her rescuer Margot. The exact same color eyes as her mysterious traveler and savior who'd seen her when she'd thought she was completely invisible just in time to pull Tilly back from getting hit by that car.

"I hit the board I open it now. I miss the board and I wait to open it until later." The blonde bargained snapping herself out of her haze as she heads over to collect the darts from the board Rogers had set up on a far wall.

The dart flew wide, but it did manage to clip the very edge of the board before embedding itself in the wood of the door it was hanging from. "Two out of three." Tilly reasoned to the watching animal.

'What have I told you about timing it to your breathing Tower Girl.'

A voice so much like Margot's teases in her ear as the disgruntled blonde took up another dart for her next throw. "We can't all be showoffs like you Nobin." Tilly growled in return her far away eyes fixed on the forest green ones of the silent fox.

"Two out of three." She whispered again to the now quieted whispering woman in her head thanks to her medication clearing her mind of all those other voices making her crazy as her hand closed around the smooth leather of her new curiosity her plush little friend was protecting. "Curiouser and Curiouser." Tilly mused holding up the curved shape of the arrow hanging beside the right side of a broken heart from a leather cord that matched the color of the pouch the necklace had been stashed in.

She wasn't able to ponder this new piece of her own personal puzzle of trading in a dart for an arrow due to a tentative knocking at the front door.

"Just a second." Tilly called out to whoever it was at the door as she paused in her triumph long enough to hang her prize around her neck then stop again to take two of her pills wanting to stop the pounding in her head making it harder to think let alone give her the clarity she needed to work the multiple locks on the front door.