[ elena opens her mouth, considers what she's about to say, and then says to hell with it. someone's bound to spill the beans, and it's probably better it be her than five. ]

Or kidnapped.

[ just throwing that thought bubble out there.

clearing her throat, she ensures to keep in step with him, boots indenting the snow. ]

I don't think we're in Chicago anymore, although I've never been so I'm not… too sure if Chicago's a little like this? But if it's any consolation, everyone's randomly appeared here.

[ that… probably doesn't make him feel any better. christ, where's caroline when you need her? ]