Sadly, at this point it's not entirely unusual for River to find herself waking up in a place she doesn't know. The fact that the room is hers while still remaining so wrong is what sets this apart.

A pink radio, notebooks and textbooks and sketchbooks, pair of well-worn ballet slippers hanging from the knob of the closet door, the picture of a happy family that had her in it but wasn't hers. It all hat purpose, history without direct meaning or correlation but connection that didn't even try to hide itself.

Currently, River (still barefoot in her sensible pink pinstripe pajamas) is trying to make her escape. It's clumsy and hurried, an attempt at a mad dash with lots of pausing to creep around corners or hide behind banisters.

Someone should probably stop her before there is a scandal.