Lena hadn't yet heard what was happening to people in the mansion. If she had, she would have stayed holed up in her room. But as it was, she was on her way to the diner to grab something to eat, mind preoccupied with recent events.

Whether she chose to celebrate it in the correct month or not, February 11th was her birthday, and she was surely eighteen by now, in mind if not in body. It was supposed to be a milestone, but she wasn't sure if she agreed. Sure, she felt older, wearied from all she'd experienced here, but she didn't feel much different

These thoughts prevented her from realizing right away that she wasn't alone in the hall.