message from her BFF, Drake Maxwell, that had been the last straw.

She had to come back to New York.

Arriving with a small suitcase and her jacket over one arm, Elena pushes through the door of her family's apartment, blinking at the spotless look. Ever since Desiree had started living with them, the apartment has been -spotless-.

"Ms. Russo? Papa? Manny?" she calls out….and nothing greets her but silence. She exhales, and walks over to her room, shouldering it open and dumping her suitcase, her backpack, and a pile of books onto the bed. She exhales tiredly, and rubs her eyes.

Tap
Tap
Tap

From outside in the dark, Drake who is crouched down by the window lightly taps on the glass from outside, peeking into her room, and giving a quick wiggle ofhis fingers. He seems to be skipping in, and out of sight, as if his body is rippling in a staticky manner. Bzzt. Bzzt. He really hopes that she hurries to the window, so that he can turn off his 'cloaking' device that he's been tooling around with in regards to his powers.

"Holy sh— !" Elena presses her hand on her heart when Drake taptaptaps at her window. She squints at what she sees - what the…? Was that something new? Quickly, she strides over to her window, jerking it upwards and taking a step back to let him through. "Drake," she breathes. "How are— what WAS that?" She hasn't seen him do that before, she can't help but ask. She immediately shuts the window once he's in,