Damon's words echo against the walls of her room. Surely they weren't real. He said something else, something that was possible and fixable. They sink in on some level, leading Bonnie to examine herself for proof. To feel her own heartbeat, rub at her eyes. She stares at her hands, and then up at Damon's face.

"No."

Finally, she tears herself away from him to launch herself off of the bed and scramble into her bathroom. The mirror's covered, so she rips the shirt off of it to stare. Those are her eyes, aren't they? Her hair, her skin. Her tears. Her voice as it makes it own echo in the small tiled room.

"No, no. No." Bonnie moves back away from the mirror-- sharply remembering that mirrors here aren't kind. "But where's Elena?"