Elena's expression turned blank as the spell finally finished working its effect on her, similar to the expression someone has when they forget their chain of thought. Everything she was, was gone, everything she is, just wasn't right, not natural, but she couldn't place why anymore. Why couldn't she remember, Was she even a she at all, why couldn't she place what was so unsettling about her circumstance.<br/><br/>Then after the old man moved close to her, she just turned to him with the same blank expression. "Nothing, I remember nothing... But this still isn't right... I'm not this Elena you speak of" then she turned to the younger male. "No, I do not know you, this Elena may know you, but I am not Elena, I'm... I'm sure I'm not..." She turned back straight and looked down, desperately trying to piece the missing strands of information together. But the same thing kept coming back, She was not Elena, she might be Elena now, but that's not who she was before... But who was she before, was she even a she..." Those thoughts continued to trace in her mind.<br/><br/>After a period of time, Elena looked towards the dresser. Plenty of pretty clothes awaited her, but she recognized none of them. Standing upright, only in her small clothes she stepped towards the dresser. Something beckoned to her, to not wear the feminine clothing, but it was all feminine, even the most gender neutral was decisively female... After a few minutes scouring she finally found what she decided was the least feminine and least flattering of the clothes. Assuming she even put it on correctly, she slowly let her feet draw her towards the door. Maybe the answers awaited her outside? With a deep breath she walked through the breach into another unknown.