<strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong>Bedroom #2 [Imogene & Syrlia]<br/><br/>Imogene, of course, was still in bed, having fallen ill for a few days after the incident with the bathtub. She still had the rusty key sitting on the bedside table, and she made a mental note in the back of her head to explore the mansion more later, perhaps it lead to something interesting, though she wasn't keeping her hopes up.<br/><br/>Of course, she didn't exactly have anymore hopes. She'd given up on Ivy, and since Ashley didn't seem to be interested in her at the moment, her confidence was limited.  Blinking slightly as the door opened, she looked up, her nose still red from rubbing it so much, and light shadows under her eyes.<br/><br/>"No, don't worry about it," she said, and her voice sounded slightly distant and a bit cold, though it seemed most of the illness had gone away. "You won't be in the way. I'll probably just be sleeping here, I won't intrude upon your privacy."