Cruella drove her car through the gates at her previously owned mansion. She got out of her car and started stumbling up the stairs.

She reached over to one of the statues and tried to lift it up, it was too heavy. She kicked it off the stairs and got the secret emergency key.

As she entered the house she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her gorgeous home, it was in complete disrepair and needed some serious dusting and cleaning.

It had been owned by a woman who had bought it at auction after its foreclosure and was now condemned. 12 years of bad weather, no maintenance and several hooligans with spray cans had done this mansion no good.

She had no idea what she was doing here, she had tried her damndest to stay away, afraid of what she might endure upon the sight of such horror as trashed couture, stolen antiques and trampled furniture. She figured that since she had somehow made her way back to her old home, it couldn't hurt to stay the night.

She made her way up the long, hard, cold, stairs and into her old bedroom.

It seemed as if nothing had changed other than vandalism and theft. The woman who had bought it hadn't done anything about the mansion, at all.

Cruella removed the ruined covers from her old bed and laid down. She laid there looking out the window at the sunset as she quietly fell asleep.

Cruella opened her eyes as she heard knocking at the door. She sat up and looked around. The sun was shining through the black curtains onto her massive skeletal vanity station. "Who's there?" she asked confused.

"It's only me, madam."

"Who?" she asked again.

"Alonzo, madam!"

"Come in?" she said even more confused.

"I'm just here to tell you that there are two men waiting in the drawing room for you." he said and put her tea down on the nightstand.

Cruella was more confused than ever.

She got out of bed and looked around in amazement. The drapery was no longer ripped up and bleached by the sun. The floor was no longer filled by shattered glass and dirt. She walked over to her walk in closet. Inside everything was neatly hanging from their hangers and there wasn't a sign of vandalism in sight.

"Madam?"

Cruella turned around. Stella held out her black and white feathered negligee. "Will this be appropriate?" Stella asked.

"I love this! I have missed it so!" Cruella said as she put her hands up to her face.

"I thought you had just purchased this?!" Stella said.

"What? I've had this for years! It was lost when I went to prison, I haven't seen it for 13 years!" Cruella said as Stella helped her on with it.

"I was sure you just got it delivered yesterday!" She said. "I never knew you had been to prison" she said as she fastened the negligee with a black rhinestone brooch.

Cruella turned around quickly and took Stella's hand. "What year is it?" Cruella asked.

"1996.." Stella said.

"OHH my god! Cruella said and stormed out of her bedroom. She rushed down the stairs and in to the drawing room.

"Madam, I'm happy you're here!"

"JASPER! HORACE!" Cruella gasped.

"Are we late? If so, I'm very sorr-" was all Jasper got to say before Cruella shot in. "WHERE IS IT?"

"It is right here." Jasper said. Before he got time to speak again Cruella rushed over and took the briefcase out of his hands.

She opened the briefcase to find a gorgeous fur stole made out of Siberian Tiger.

"I KNEW IT!" she said and threw the fur down on the ground. "It's this day, today is the beginning of the end, the day it all started going to pieces!" she stated as she frantically paced back and forth. She rushed over to Jasper, held up a finger in his face and yelled "YOU ARE -"

Cruella woke by her own screaming; "FIRED, YOU ARE FIRED"

She jumped up from her bed and continued screaming. She took a mirror off the wall and smashed it onto the floor whilst screaming "You are fired" over and over.

Cruella ran over to her walk in closet and threw the doors open.

There it was, framed on the middle of the wall. That damn drawing. She ran over and started pounding on it. The glass cut her hands. She collapsed onto the wall out of exhaustion and stress.

She sat on the floor, broken glass and blood everywhere. She cried.

"It was all a dream, the damage is done, my" she took a deep breath "my life will never be good again" she sobbed.

Cruella sat in the same spot for about an hour feeling sorry for herself until she decided it got boring.

She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. "I really am a mess."

She browsed through the clothes on the hangers. Everything was there, every single piece of clothing she had left behind was still there.

"Ooh how I've missed you" she said and pulled out a leopard cape.

She removed her bloodstained pink and orange dress and all the accessories and threw it in the corner.

Cruella ran around her huge walk in closet in nothing but her bra and panties. She was smiling and laughing as she remembered all the clothes she had finally been reunited with.

She got a black snake print structured bustier and a pair of black snake print leggings and matching 6 inch heels.

She looked at herself in the mirror and could't do anything but smile and admire herself.

"Still a size zero, bitch" she said as she laughed and put on black gloves.

She put on a white fox fur bolero with floor length white fox tails from arm to arm.

finally she got a fox fur clutch bag.

She quickly brushed through her hair before she went back down to her car.