Looking around at her empty drawing room, Katherine feels somewhat hollow too. Suddenly she hears a small snore, and to her utter disgust she notices Lady Annabelle lying sprawled across one of her gold chaise lounges. A string of partially concealed blood is slowly dripping from the Ventrue's mouth and pooling on the velvet furniture.
"Lady Annabelle!" She declares and shakes her awake, "it is time you were gone!"
Yes, I need all of you to be gone, I weary of Bath's society. I cannot wait to get away.