Cruella got back home to Hell Hall no sooner than 10 minutes later.
"MARCO" Cruella screamed as she got inside.
Marco popped his head out the open door in the hallway. "Ella?" he said.
"Forget Ella, she's dead." She said as she threw her fox fur clutch on the table in the hallway.
"Get a large truck, we're going to my old mansion." she said as she walked past him. "Get it quick!" she demanded.
"What happened?" he whimpered.
"My mother killed me. Well, she killed Ella. Thank god!"
"We were worried when you didn't arrive home last night." he said.
"I wound up in my old house, all my clothes are still there, and we are going to get them. Come on now, get a truck!" she said and waved him off.
One hour later they were back at the mansion.
"Are you sure we're allowed to do this?" Marco asked.
"I don't care, they are my clothes, the woman who bought the house doesn't seem to have put foot in it so I doubt no one will ever notice!" she said and snickered.
Cruella unlocked the door and they went in. They were armed with a few rolls of garbage bags for the clothes and shoes, and boxes for the hats and jewels and other accessories.
"What about the artwork?" Marco asked.
"Leave it, I don't care, all I need is my furs, oh how I've missed them.." she said as they walked up the stairs.
"I can't believe what has happened to this house, it used to be so pretty! Now it's just scary and broke down.." Marco said as he tried correcting one of the huge paintings on the wall.
"I know, but all that matters now is the clothes, I already have a nice house, I have no use for this run down shack!" she said and threw a small statue at the wall to make her point. She took it one step further and took a bust statue of her mother and held it outside the handrails and dropped it. It broke into a thousand pieces. Cruella laughed. "Bye mother!" she said and laughed some more.
They made their way into the walk in closet.
"I had forgotten how much it was!" Marco said in amazement.
"I know.." Cruella said and smiled.
"Oh my god, Cruella, what happened?" Marco asked worried as he saw the blood on the floor.
"Never mind." Cruella said and gave Marco a fierce look.
A little more than halfway through the truck was filled.
"Why did you get such a small truck?" Cruella demanded.
"It was the biggest I could get a such short notice. I'm sorry" he whimpered.
Cruella stayed behind to get the rest, meanwhile Marco drove the clothes back to Hell Hall.
After 3 hours of working they had finally gotten the rest of the clothes in the truck. The only remaining thing was personal artifacts such as business papers, a few ungodly items from her nightstand table and a picture of her and Alonzo from Alonzo's room. She put it all in a vintage Hermes bag and left.
"Goodbye memories.." she said as she locked up.