<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div><strong>Time:</strong>Later that night...<br/><hr/>There was no waiting around, After the visit to the crime scene last night, with a task to do, Danielle wanted to do it right away and be closer to finding out who this Lord of Shadow and Blood could be and therefore, prevent Evan's foreseen attack from happening. But as luck would have it, Evan was called to another pressing matter, something to do with Wonderland and not about fae slain in an act of some BDSM fantasy. She wanted the dinner that happened, or was supposed to happen if Agent Frank did not drop a text in the middle of the night. So, she returned to her cottage, had a comfortable dinner with a black cat who usually was off wandering the resort, and slept, though not before remembering another vision she was privy to last night.<br/><br/>She sent a text before going to bed, to the one who was called "Ice Queen," yet in their first meeting, she was anything but. Her upbringing may have established the name, but to Danielle, she was just Fiona. The text was an invitation to breakfast, somewhere close to where this Archivist was located, according to the address that Evan gave her. He seemed like he wanted to be there with her, but with him being the one who worked with the comings and goings, in and out of the Wonderland Casino & Resort, he didn't have the luxury of free time. Fortunately, she figured he'd have security watching his back in Danielle's stead. A thought like that made Danielle sleep without worry.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>The next morning...<br/><hr/><br/>Danielle got up early, but not for some guest at the Resort. It was routine for her to tend to her garden of orchids and maybe even spot the wayward black cat among the foliage. His previous name was Mister Whiskers and had been an anchor of a Spectre she had met two months prior. She'd regularly visit the cat as well as Danielle, who was the cat's caretaker. The Spectre had recently ascended, reconciled with their tragic end and left this plane, leaving the cat behind. So, Danielle thought she should rename the cat, but so far, had not found a suitable name for him.<br/><br/>She got ready for her breakfast, donning an almost all-white outfit. Fiona was to meet her at the front of the Casino, where the driveway was. The driveway was completely covered and fashioned like a cave, complete with large crystals hanging from the ceiling. Any pedestrian who entered this cavern-like driveway would immediately feel the cool temperature, a stark contrast with the outside Las Vegas heat, even in the morning. Danielle waited in her outfit, a bag hanging from her arm.<br/><br/>Once the muscle car rolled in and parked at the curb, she got in.<strong>"I made reservations at a diner. Just an old-fashioned type of breakfast. I'm just starving,"</strong>Danielle commented as she climbed in. Fiona drove to the place and when they got to their booth, she ordered. In Fiona's perspective, she may overordered. Before her was a plate of country-fried steak and flanking that on either side was a stack of cinnamon French toast and a Belgian waffle. Her choice of the diner did not register in her mind at the time of reserving it, in that she did wonder what happened at that diner in Fiona's memory. In fact, she would be blind to any facial expression on Fiona from the time she entered the restaurant to the moment they were seated. Seeing Fiona with no food in front of her, she'd ask,<strong>"Food not ready yet?"</strong>