Danielle walked, looking at the address she had gotten from Mystic often as she knew she was nearing her home. She looked up when she found the right number and smiled; it was a pretty cool house. She walked towards the door and rung the doorknob, waiting for someone to answer. She hoped Mystic had gotten home. Dani had been a bit quick at leaving her own house, and it'd only been forty-five minutes since they were at the cafe. It was possible that she hadn't gotten home yet.

She thought a bit more about that, and was about to turn around and leave when the door opened.