She stretched and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't even recognize who she was anymore.
"I need milk," she thought then walked out of the room. Milk was the one thing she loved taking in times of distress. One could call it her stress reliever. Most teenagers would drink, party, and do drugs, but for her it was milk.
She followed the corridor. That looked a bit too fancy to be an ordinary corridor. With gold-coated lamps on the sides. But hey, it's London, they've always had a thing for medieval architecture. She wondered if this place also had a queen, like back on her earth, or should she say Eldriym. The birthplace of the gods and magic.
The corridor stretched out even further, but she had found the stairs that led to the ground floor. She slowly moved down till she noticed Chris who was silently drinking what looked like a golden liquid, which could either be whisky or apple juice.
