Zelda ran into the Spiked Pit, a place that she frequently went to with her friends Zoe and Athena, but usually at night. During the day, there wasn't usually much of a crowd. And that Sunday morning was no different.
She looked around the club, desperately looking for Athena. But she wasn't there. Her heart sunk. Where else could she be? Maybe the Witch's Brew? Or her house? As she turned to leave (to check out some other location), Zelda suddenly got slugged in the face, causing her to drop to the floor.
"You little shit," Beth said. "How dare you come here after what you've done?"
"Wha ... what are you talking about?" she asked, looking up at the girl in the Victorian Goth dress. Zelda didn't know her, but there was something oddly familiar about her nonetheless.
Another similarly-dressed girl walked up beside her. They were twins. "You know exactly what we're talking about," Christine said. "We saw you break into Linda DeVries' house. You and that guy ..."
"Burt McMillan," a third person said. This one was a young woman, also dressed in Victorian-style clothing. Zelda squinted her eyes, as the woman kind of looked familiar. Then it dawned on her. It was Lucy! Lucy Corinth! But ... it was almost as if she had become Agatha Pierce, the owner of the club. She didn't look exactly like Agatha, but almost.
"Wait a minute," Zelda said. "Did you say Linda DeVries? What happened to Athena?"
"We don't know any Athena. But we do know you," Beth said, reaching down for her.
"Wait!" Zelda yelled. "You don't understand. There's something weird going on."
