"This is where she was when the bad man took her." The little girl pointed to a spot by the entrance to the Hall of Mirrors.

"The bad man?" Lizzie's ears perked up. She hadn't mentioned a bad man before.

The girl just nodded.

"Tell you what?" Lizzie leaned down to her level, unclasping her necklace. "You stay right here, and wear this, okay?" She closed her hand over the locket for a moment. "Invisique."

"What does that do?" The girl clasped the necklace around her own neck, eyeing Lizzie curiously.

"It makes you invisible. Just in case the bad man comes back. He won't be able to see you. I'm going to go check inside for your sister, okay?"

"Okay."

The Hall of Mirrors was just as horrible as it sounded. A million distorted Lizzies stared back at her, unblinking.

"That's not creepy at all ..." Lizzie murmured. It was going to be hard enough to find her way out of this place, let alone try to find someone's missing sister. Hell, she hadn't even asked what the little girl's sister looked like. She was going to have to question every teenage girl she found.

She stretched a hand out in front of her, hoping it would help orient her to the reflection surrounding her - or at the very least, prevent herself from crashing into one of the mirrors. She didn't have a lot of time either. Hope was leaving at sundown, and if she really was an emotionless as MG said she was, she would abandon Lizzie right there in a heartbeat.

She tried to ignore the small part in her stomach that said Hope wouldn't. She wasn't exactly in a position to be placing bets on what Hope would or wouldn't do, considering something had wiped all memories she'd ever had of Hope Mikaelson. She couldn't trust anything she was feeling right now, more so than usual.

What she needed to do was focus on the mission at hand. Find the missing sister. Help the little girl. She didn't need to think about what awfulness could've driven Hope to turn off her humanity. She didn't need to think about the long history they shared that Lizzie didn't know anything about. She didn't need to think about how much she was drawn to Hope, even as all logic and reason told her she should take this opportunity and run.

If she was looking at it objectively and without her clouded vision, she had been kidnapped from her school and now had the chance to run free. And yet ... all she could think about was returning to Hope in time to stay with her.

"Get it together, Lizzie."

She had made it most of the way through the Hall of Mirrors now. She couldn't see the exit but she could hear the music outside. The end was in sight, unlike the missing sister. Her gut twisted as she started to rehearse how to break the news to that girl's big, hopeful eyes. She was terrible at delivering bad news. Always had been. Even as a kid. She couldn't stand the guilt that came along with letting people down.

She lost track of what happened next. One minute, she was rounding the corner and dreading what she had to do and the next, there was a sharp pain in her neck and the world was growing dark and fuzzy. The next thing she knew, she was opening her eyes to a bright light.

"Hello?" she called out. Her voice came out weak and thin. "Who's there?"

She couldn't see beyond the bars of the cell holding her. The contrast between her dark surroundings and the blinding light beyond it was too much.

Her hand flew to her throat as her breaths started coming faster. Now really wasn't the time for a panic attack.

"Let me out!"

It felt like she couldn't get enough air in her lungs. She wasn't sure if it was a side effect from whatever somebody had sedated her with or if it was just anxiety. Either way, she knew she was going to suffocate.

Her hands slammed against the metal door holding her in. It didn't budge.

"What the hell!"

She was getting angry now - or at least, focusing on her anger to keep from feeling what she really was - afraid.

"Hey!"

The door rattled on its hinges, making more noise than her voice ever could, but no one came. No one could hear her. Or no one cared.

"I swear to god -" She stopped, choking on the rest of her sentence. Nobody here was going to let her out. She knew that.

She settled back down in the dusty corner of her cell.

There was only one hope left.