The night was dark and the air was thick. Heavy gray clouds choked the moon and the air was still and damp. Janet woke to pant in her bed. She looked around the room without recognizing it. Shabby walls with chipping paint surrounded her. She shifted on her creaky mattress and took a deep breath. Slowly, she remembered—she wasn't at the mansion anymore. She was staying in a dingy flat in central London.
She looked around the room again, wondering what had woken her. She hadn't been having a nightmare, but something had pulled her from her sleep. She looked around the room again, noticing the way her threadbare curtains seemed to stir. She blinked and looked again—she'd shut the window before bed, the curtains shouldn't be moving.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched, preparing to ge
