Sidney was walking around her hotel, in her black tank top, black leather (decorative) jacket and pants, the rain pouring over hair and making her look like a wet dog. She eventually sat on the staircase of her hotel and pulled out a cigarette, smoking it as the only light provider were the lights of light posts on the street. It was quiet, except for the loud rain. Eerie, even.

She had probably been somewhere and forgot her keys, and she knew if her older sister Caitlin heard her ring the bell, she'd be fried.