She wakes up with her head all in a fog. She feels entirely too warm to be bundled up in her room at Buckshaw, and the nightgown she dons drapes over her like a curtain. She rubs at her eyes as she sits up, the material of her pajamas shifting with her. Her eyes widen when she catches sight of the other woman in the room. Harriet's hair is darker than she remembers, but Ophelia doesn't care. Her mother is here with her now. Alive.

"Mummy?" She murmurs, needing to jump to make it out of the strange bed she finds herself in. She cautiously approaches the woman she assumes to be her mother when she hears the noise from the door; she turns around and hurries, calling out "Visitors!" while nearly tripping over her dress.