Claire wasn't really sure what to expect. She only knew about this Del person from the journals. She was a friend of Peter's... and a little weird. Then again, weird in Paradisa was to be expected.

Taking the stairs, Claire was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white blouse. Almost semi-formal. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, straight instead of her usual curls. Ever since she remembered California, it just seemed to fit.

However, what met Claire in the main hall didn't quite fit in with the rest of the castle. "Whoa," she gasped to herself. So this is why they tell you not to do drugs, she thought looking around at the decor.