The statement was made early on: Kerry needs to let Annie know what’s going on. So, in the last part, we saw Kerry leave the bathroom and head for Annie’s room. Not only did she go there, but she went inside.
Therefore, for the first time, Kerry and you get to see Annie’s home away from home:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry allowed her eyes to adjust and even used a bit a magic to help her see in the dark so she could find her way around Annie’s room better. Just as with her room, Annie’s study and computer desk was immediately to the right of the door and her bed was a couple of meters beyond that. The first painting Annie made for Ostara, The Baby Snakes, hung over the bed’s headboard while the two she painted last year, Na Povŭrkhnostta v Tsarstvoto na Sŭnishtata and Night Flight to Fenway, were located in an open area beyond Annie’s bed where a reading chair and table sat upon a large circular rug.
Almost across from her reading area was Annie’s wardrobe, set upon the left-hand wall as it was in Kerry’s room, but to its left was something Kerry didn’t have; a dressing table complete with mirror. Kerry didn’t find this at all out of place: in fact, knowing Annie it made complete sense. There was as moment, however, when Kerry wondered if Annie was going to try and teach her about makeup and she pushed it aside almost immediately…
Annie was under her comforter and laying on her right side, her mouth slightly open in her sleep. Kerry hated to wake her up, but she had told her to do so should she find herself transitioned before Coraline arrived. Kerry stood over Annie and gave her shoulder a slight shake as she whispered her name. “Annie, wake up.” Annie groaned once but didn’t awake. Kerry gave her another shake, but instead of waking up she mumbled in her sleep. “Ne e vreme da stavame, Mama. Ostavi me da spya.” (It’s not time to get up, Mama. Let me sleep.) She adjusted her body and remained out.
Since Annie rooms by herself, she has a lot of room that would normally be used up by maybe two other beds and wardrobes. And just like with her bedroom back in Pamporovo, she has a sitting area where she can relax and even study. And she indicated in the other books, she has her paintings around the room, all except the large sketching she did which was given to Kerry and hangs over her bed.
Oh, and also like back in Pamporovo, Annie has a dressing table where she can get herself ready. As in putting on makeup and fixing her hair ready. Like it or not, she’s still our little Bulgarian princess.
She’s also harder than hell to wake up:
Kerry sighed and gave her a little harder shake. “Annie, wake up.”
Annie frowned in her sleep. “Um, makhaĭ se. Tova e spokoĭno.” (Um, go away. It’s peaceful.) She grunted once and seemed to pull the comforter closer to her face.
This time Kerry rolled her eyes. “I have the hardest girlfriend in the world to wake up.” This time she shook Annie as hard as she could without rattling her. “Come on, Annie: wake up.”
Annie came awake almost immediately. She blinked a couple of times, then bolted upright in bed when she realized she wasn’t alone. As her right hand came out from under the covers a small glowing blue ball quickly grew—
“No, Annie.” Kerry placed a small light point a half a meter over her head. “It’s me; it’s me. It’s Kerry.”
Annie squinted into the darkness before killing the energy ball in her right hand. “Lights low.”
The room’s lights came on so there was just enough light to see rather clearly. Kerry squinted as she killed the light source above her head. She stared at Annie rather sheepishly for a few seconds before attempting a weak smile. “Hi.”
Kerry finally gets Annie to wake up, but you have to love that Annie’s go-to move when she finds someone in her room is to get ready to blast them with an electrical attack. Since she’d not done that in the hospital, you have to assume she’s protecting herself in her room. And she’s pretty fast with that magic, too.
Now that Kerry has her attention…