...Hello?...

India wandered around at the same castle she dreamed of while she was laid sick in the hospital. She could smell rotten flesh from the dead body but there was no sight of the body laying on the ground, not even a blood splatter or she accidentally stepped on it.

What the heck she is doing here anyway. Again. This sick castle she stood makes her want to vomit, the spinning head she feels right now and she stood there for nothing.

Still, there is no one with her inside this weird castle that she could call for help. There was no one.

Wake up India. You don't need to do this. This is just a dream. When you wake up everything is fine.

India muttered to herself as she closed her eyes. Wake up. There is no need to be like this. She opened up her eyes. The same white woman stood right in front of her, she was smiling down at India.

And she knows. That white woman is Josette.

"I don't understand". as India asks the white woman in front of her. "What exactly do you want and why are you doing this? Why did you choose me in my own dream".

The white woman approaches India. She spoke. "Be careful. He's coming".

"Of what? Who is coming?"

The white woman slowly faded away. India gasped and jolted from bed. Sweating all over her face and neck. She turned on her right where the time was shown. It's three-fifteen in the morning.

She sighs so hard, scanning down her body. Why did it have to be like this? muttering herself. Minutes past, she jumped off the bed walking to the kitchen and having a glass of water as she was thinking.

"Oh, I remember what Grayson said to me. She might be the one Grayson spoke about, the woman in white and the woman he loves but she looks like me. Does that mean he loves me because I look like her? (back of her hair standing up, she feels weird) No. It can't be right, that is not gonna happen".

She shakes her head. "No. It can't be right. No and no. He can't love me because of it, this outrageous scandal!" She drains the water then walks back to the bedroom.

At the same time outside the apartment building there was Grayson who was staring up at India's apartment window. Grayson noticed she was awakened by the dream she was having right now, he saw a little light was switching on itself through the window he saw now.

Grayson closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled, he opened his eyes. Renfield looked up at the view mirror where he could see Grayson behind him, his eyes staring at him. "If may I ask sir? (Grayson humming) I just want to say we've been out here since, by staring at her window apartment while she sleeps. The neighbor will notice".

"I can feel something is wrong with her Renfield. She's awake because of that dream she has now. She knows my Josette was there inside her dream and even tonight instead of me".

Renfield turned on his back. "Does she know your wife? have they recently met in the dream?" ask Renfield to Grayson.

"Inside her dream Renfield. Yes. Josette never came into mine but she is. I don't know why (sighs) Even after her death she still hates me. It's been a century since Renfield".

Renfield turned to the front and his eyes wandered around the neighborhood. "I think we should go sir. We cannot stay here all day long. She needs to focus on her life too and should give her enough space".

"Then what about my space Renfield? Is it fair that I am trying to get what I want in my life".

"You'll figure it out sooner sir. I am just your employee who worked with you until my death".

Renfield smirked as he started the engine then drove away from the neighborhood, Grayson said nothing at the backseat. Meanwhile India was sliding the curtain open where the same spot Grayson's car was parked, staring down at the empty spot for a while.

She sighs then goes back to bed and sleeps.

The next morning. India brought down all her dirty clothes to the basement. She found the girls Phoebe, Tara and Lily also there washing their dirty clothes. The girls look up at India and smile.

"Laundry?"

"As you are far away from home, yes. I am".

India laid the laundry basket on the cold cement beside the washer, she threw all her dirty clothes inside with a detergent capsule and laundry scent. Pressing the button and the washer began to soak all the things inside.

The girl watched carefully. "Girl? That's a lot of things you put inside the washer. We usually use detergent powder and that's all. Bet you are afraid of the germ".

"I'm not Phoebe. I like all my clothes clean and not smelly at all. You guys should try it now it's fresh".

Phoebe, Tara and Lily stare at each other, they chuckle. "Alright. Maybe we should try. Oh, if you want to come by, we lived at 0310".

"Great. 0410 is where my room was".

"So did Harker. 0414. We'll be thinking why not we girls going out tonight".

"I'm not drinking". said India.

"Who says that we should drink?" Lily laughed, then stood next to India. "We are not drinking even at our age. Didn't Dahlia tell you about the rules before renting her apartment".

India shakes her head no. Phoebe, Tara and Lily laugh again.

"Oh my god you are so naive India. Here's the thing you should know about this apartment, Dahlia hates drunken students entering her apartment. You may have a party but don't get arrested. Dahlia will call the police if she finds out you bring something bad inside and too loud that could disturb others' rental. Dahlia and the police were involved with the community so she knows everything that happens in here and all around her so we suggest we don't involve any of that or else she will kick us out from here".

India nodded her head, she spoke. "No wonder Professor Van Helsing respects Dahlia so much. She cares about us".

"Of course. Dahlia looks after us because she knows we all need a mother to care like hers. We very much appreciate that, if you are hungry she will serve you with food, if you need shelter she will give you a nice clean home. Dahlia is everything that we cannot betray her trust.. you get that?"

"She suddenly reminds me of my mom".

The girls smiled. "We all do it here".

Evening later. The girls went to the mall buying their new clothes, India walk toward the high heels shelves where it displayed, her eyes caught this unique blue high heels she seen exactly on Cinderella movie. She walked forward, awestruck.

"Is this high heel really made of glass like the real Cinderella shoes?" ask India toward the saleswoman who is standing next to hers. "Is this real?"

"Of course miss. Well actually it's half made of glass, imagine it if you made full glasses and it broke or smashed, it could harm our feet and the company would get sued for selling that kind of heel. Aren't it beautiful?"

India shook her head yes, she looked into the price of $1850. "Oh my god! (India scream) accidentally leaned on the saleswoman without yet touching the heel. "That so..."

"Expensive? I know. But I am not trying to insult you for not being a rich kid. Your student, am I right, you can get a discount if you want".

"I am not planning to buy this heel. Just take a look, my friends are over there (she points out) shopping wasn't my thing. After this we went for a movie and ate".

The saleswoman smiled. "That very kind of you accompany them, you know what (she walks to the counter) that I'm gonna give you this". She handed India a bracelet with a small butterfly design on her wrist. "It glows in the dark".

"You give me a bracelet? (the saleswoman nods) why?"

"Friendship I guess. You see I had a sister once but she died, drowning. This bracelet was meant for her that I couldn't give her while I was away. And you remind me of her".

"Thank you and sorry for your loss".

The saleswoman smiled. "You're welcome. I guess I just fulfilled my wishes".