Tear paced around her room nervously. Biting her lip and trying to stop her hands from fidgeting. She had finally found out something important. Something that might get her home so she could stop Van. But she couldn't do it alone. She needed help from the only people here she could trust. Sadly though, they weren't the fastest with response. And ASAP to them meant making some pit stops on the way to her room. What a group! Not to mention Guy trying to grab their attention earlier. He made it seem like a joke! Though, it did grab Luke's attention. A feat Tear still hadn't quite mastered.

Tear moved her journal as far away from her as she could. She had stuffed it far far into her closet. Next to the dress she wore at the masquerade. Meaning, very far. From what she knew the journal recorded voices. Even her fonic hymn was carelessly recorded onto the book. Tear saw, well, read what happened to the others who had figured out Paradisa's secret and she wasn't about to risk anything. She had to tell them no matter what.

To increase whatever amount of confidence she currently possessed Tear kept repeating in her mind, 'Think about Van. Think about Van. Think about Van...' It was her best tool of modevation at the time. Probably the only thing. After all, if it wasn't for Van she would probably care less about getting home. She'd want to get home, of course! But it wouldn't be such an issue if not for older brother dearest.

Tear finally stopped her pacing and ran to the closet and locked the door as best she could. Who knows? The journal might end up attacking her if it "heard". Afterwards she sat down on her bed and twiddled her thumbs. Trying to wait for her companions ever so patiently. Hoping to Yulia they'd get their butts over there soon.