She's had a weird night, filled with weird dreams. Most of her dreams have been weird, though, lately. Fragmented and fantastical, strange yet... somehow familiar. Emotional, too. Longing. 

She shakes it off, rolling out of bed, picking up a change of clothes, and making her way to her bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. 

Only, her bathroom door doesn't seem to be cooperating with this plan. She stares at the barroom which seems to have replaced it, eyes quickly locating the person sitting at the bar with their back to her.

"Um. Excuse me. I need that bathroom?"