Lily expected time travel to have more lights and colors, like going to warp speed in the movies. In reality, it felt a little like shuffling down a dark hallway in the middle of the night, doing her best not to stub her toes on the space-time continuum.

All and all, it felt like false advertising.

She stepped out onto a paved walkway in the light of a subway terminal, the air thick with the smell of people. In her dirty white dress and smeared Bride-of-Frankenstein makeup, she certainly looked out of place amid the shoulder-padded suits taking the commute to work, but given that it was the day after Halloween it wasn't an entirely implausible look, even if she could feel disapproving eyes on her.

Glancing down at the phone in her hands, she impatiently as she waited for her signal to return. Her eyes stayed down as she shuffled up the stairs, past people holding something resembling a brick with a speaker on the side of it, not making the connection. But there was still no signal, even as she cleared the subway to squint in the light of a new day. Or an old one. Perhaps a very old one.

Rubbing her head, Lily frowned as her palm crossed the smoothness of a no-horned forehead, pressing on either side of her hairline until it was confirmed that she did, in fact, look mundane as ********. She looked at herself in the reflection of a glossy downtown window, touching her fingers to the smooth skin.

She thought of Ashton--did that mean she'd had antlers the whole time? It was a curious train of thought, but one she would need to save for another time. In the meanwhile, her eyes scanned the buildings around her, vaguelly recalling how this landscape lined up with her Ashdown. Using city hall as her frame of reference, she began to wander, searching for the familiar.

What she found, to little surprise, was the gym.