"I'm walking down the middle of the road, like a drunk person, walking on the white line with my arms out, listening to the echo of my slow step on the road. Looking around me I'm surrounded by a black sheet of sky, but I can see perfectly fine. The tree that are on both sides of me stretch high into the sky. I start humming to a song. The sound echo with my boots to make music. My brown lace up boots are the bass and my humming is the voice of the singing. It's beautiful. A gust of wind lifts my pale blue nee high dress, and wavy burgundy red hair up. I place a hand on my dress until the wind goes away. I keep walking. Humming. Smiling." When Damon's oldest friend arrives at Mystic Falls who knows what could happen?