Having been in New York since Miss Mystic Falls had ended, Vic hovered outside of the front door of her family home, her hand reaching out for the doorknob and gingerly twisting it to open the door. She had taken off without a word and she’d had so many drugs in her system over the last week that she could barely even remember most of it. Slowly letting out a huff of breath, Vic rubbed at her eyes with the back of her free hand, blinking a few times before walking inside. “Dad? You home?” The blonde called out, closing the door behind her and dropping her bag at the foot of the stairs before moving through the house in search of her father. Heading into the kitchen, Vic gave up the search and moved to the fridge, opening it and reaching inside to grab a carton of juice, jumping when she closed the door and saw her dad standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Jesus Christ…” She whispered, placing her hand over her heart and letting her eyes roll over to look towards her dad before she unscrewed the cap off the juice and drank some straight from the carton. “Sorry I took off, but I needed to get out of this place. Bad vibes, you know?” She let out a quiet chuckle as she spoke, setting the carton down on the counter and studying it for a moment, blinking to try and regain focus. “What did I miss?”