With more of a show of confidence than any real sense of it, Diana took that second left turn.

The Disney Land rule, as it turned out, was kind of a crock of shit.

She barely made it half a step before freezing in her tracks, her entire body going stiff. All of the pep talking in the world about these things weren't real could never truly prepare her for what she saw.

Sprawled across the path, like a marionette with strings cut, was Artemis, an exercise in contrasts with her pale skin and her dark hair. She lay unnaturally still, even for a Cainite. Dark stains splattered across the old, suede duster, the one that belonged to their father.

Diana let out a sound, halfway between a sob and a laugh.