She could have questioned her, but she wouldn't have liked the answer. Drusilla didn't know where they were coming from, or, really, what they were. She simply knew that they were flooding the city. The first arrivals. Harbingers of what she'd already seen.

"Oh, yes," she said, with a nod. "She used to call me out of the basement to watch the telly. She didn't want me to be lonely."

Only a special type of person cared about the emotional well being of an imprisoned vampire without a soul.