Waverly awoke the next morning feeling more unrested than she had on her first night in the mansion. She stretched her limbs and remained laying down, her thoughts still swirling. After her talk with Felicity, Waverly was unable to calm herself. Lately, everything was array and she felt that she didn't have the capacity to handle it all.
The drawing she had created the previous night attached itself to her memory and she felt as what she could only describe as a sort of premonition—Christopher was the mass, that much was clear. Only, she didn't know how dark his intentions were and whether or not he was responsible for everything that had happened, or whether he had lied only about the Lunar Eclipse. She threw the blanket over her head in frustration, screaming into it, before taking it
