Jude's eyes were wide with shock as she turned her attention from the boots to the boy. She blinked rapidly a few times, calming down. His face was familiar, his voice, everything. She wasn't sure from where, but she knew she'd met him at least once before. She reached her hand up to take his and was instantly comforted. It was strange, but she hadn't felt so much at ease in so long.<br/><br/>Rising to her feet, Jude pushed her mussed from sleep hair behind her ears and tilted her head. "Robin..." She turned the name over on her tongue and tilted her head the other direction, staring at him. "I'm Jude Monroe." She contemplated his words for a few moments. "Come? Was I supposed to come?" She looked around.<br/><br/>Despite it's small size, the cottage fascinated and attracted her. She smiled ever so slightly, enchanted by it. "And where are we?" She cauciously moved away from the clock and over to the table, running a finger along the uneven, but soft edge of it. She smiled brighter, spinning around quickly, hair flying, to look at him again. "It's so pretty."<br/><br/>However, when Jude had turned, she had disrupted a glass that lay on the table, and it suddenly clattered, spilling it's red contents onto the table and all over her pure white night gown. She let out a yelp as it rolled off the edge of the table and landed, smashing on the floor right by her bare feet. She jumped away from it, biting her lip and holding her foot up and away from the glass. "Oh my gosh... I'm so sorry!" She immedietly crouched down to start picking up the bits of glass and set them on the table.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sorry... so sorry, I didn't mean...." She hissed suddenly, dropping a piece of glass and popping her finger into her mouth.