I appear in a bedroom, if you can even call it that anymore. The lights are off, but large windows illuminate the room. The furniture is covered in white sheets and boxes are piled high. I look around, wondering what this room is for when I step on something. I glance down to see what I crushed with my foot. It's a glass bottle. I squat down to pick it up and the contents leak on to my hand. The room is suddenly filled with a strong aroma. It's a perfume bottle. It's lavender. 

"Oh my gosh," I drop it as if it were burning my hand. My mind races back to when I first met D'arce, how this whole thing started- because me and his mother had something in common.

This is his mother's room.

I spin around. Darcy is standing in the passage doorway. His knuckles are white from gripping the door knob.

"I'm, I'm really sorry D'arce-"

He pries himself away from the door, "It's..."

He looks distracted for a moment. His eyes jump from one thing to another as he walks toward me. Was this his first time back since his mother died?

He finally managed to finish his sentence as his hand wraps around mine, "It's alright. But we shouldn't..." He takes another painful glance around the room, "... lets go."

D'arcy pulls me out of the room and releases my hand. He swiftly makes his way down the hall, and I nearly have to run to keep up. I glance down at his hand, the one that he took mine with. It has been knotted in a fist since we left. He jolts to a stop and I nearly run into him. He throws open the doors to a room and dodges inside. I hesitate a moment, unsure what to do. Should I follow him? I glance into what looks like a bedroom. Would it be weird if I went into his bedroom? I suddenly hear water running and look towards its source.

D'arcy is standing in a bathroom joining his room. The door is cracked open, so I can see his hands over the sink. He's scrubbing one violently with a rag. My stomach knots, I must have gotten the perfume on him.

I look down at my own hands. Half the bottle probably leaked onto me. I glance back up and he's still scrubbing.

He probably wants to be alone, but where am I supposed to go? I don't know where my room is yet. I don't know where anything is yet. I'm not even sure what part of the palace we're in. I just start down the hall. I just keep straight for as long as I can.

Eventually I come to a dead end. I sigh and lean against the wall. I could turn around and try one of the different halls. Instead I just sag down the wall until I'm sitting. I bring my legs up to my chest and rest my head on my knees. So much for day one.

I'm too tired to get up. So I just sit here. Waiting. And I wait for what feels like forever.