Strange things had been happening over the course of the past few months, or years, really, and Lily had long since figured out nothing was coincidence or unconnected. The trouble, as always, was remembering and knowing enough to be able to connect it all and make any sense of it. Finding those answers, that was her job, but it was difficult to piece it all together when chunks of it seemed to vanish. No rhyme, no reason. Glimpses into something akin to trying to keep water cupped between her hands – everything, eventually, slipped through the cracks. The more answers she found, the more questions that came, and was exciting as it was, it was endlessly frustrating. With the whos and the whats and the whys and the hows, it was as if she was running in circles in an attempt to piece together the monster puzzle. The latest addition to her endless pile of confusion: an article of clothing that had shown up. No real note, no explanation, no indication as to where it may have come from. Honestly, it was as if the thing had shown up by magic –- and she had no idea what this thing was, other than some sort of tight bodysuit with a pair of shoes alongside it.

Her brow knitted as she ran her hand along the fabric – red and gold, made of a material she couldn't quite place, rubbing it between two of her fingers. Stretchy. Comfortable. Still skintight, but it wasn't as if she wasn't used to that type of clothing. The hood was just enough to cover her forehead, leaving a yellow visor to shield her eyes for whatever reason. Her fingers lightly touched that as well, tapping lightly against it, and the frown on her face deepened more. With a shake of the head, she laid the suit out on the back of the couch, before her eyes went to the matching pair of boots laying on the ground next to her. A pause before she picked up those as well, carefully examining them. They appeared to be her size, at least, just like the suit.

Which, all things considered, was on the unsettling side if she stopped to think about it (the likelihood of this being from a friend or family member was fairly low, after all – nobody that she knew would even think to buy her something like this at any time, let alone in the summer, it was far too … well, weird, to be anything but, perhaps, a Halloween costume?) and it simply fell in line with all of absurdity of everything else that was going on. Criminal activity, unexplainable events, a shift all throughout Boston?

Another day, another note to the evergrowing list of notes and photos stored on her laptop. It never seemed to end, really, and she wanted to be more in the thick of it all – for a reporter, she'd largely kept her distance and observed from afar. Telling the story as best as she could without changing it. That, however could only last for so long. The more she knew, the more she realized she needed to be deeply immersed and more connected to it all. And maybe, just maybe, she could get more answers that way.

Talking to people. Connecting with them. Making it all more of a collaborative effort.

While she thought on this, the suit was suddenly between her fingers again and she was tugging at it before tracing the pattern on it with her index finger. Maybe she wasn't entirely creeped out because something about it felt familiar, as if she'd owned something similar in texture but she couldn't quite place what it may have been (and the oufit really was over-the-top cheesy and while tight was okay with her, cheesy was not) and that made it easier. Maybe she was just crazy and/or naive to not be bothered by it.

Whatever the case was, the ridiculous article of clothing was put from her mind as she made her way to her laptop. There was work to be done.