A sprawling mansion atop some picturesque hill in Los Angeles was the last place Sarah Winters had ever thought she'd find herself. Yet, there she stood, watching the sun set from the balcony off the grand living room of her new home. Everything was new. Everything was bright and shiny. Everything was plush and comfortable - save for the empty place in her heart. That place was cold and frightening. 

Just when life was starting to make sense again, it all blew up in her face. She had a purpose, she had a new boyfriend she was madly in love with. She had a surrogate father figure who was helping her find her way in the world of the wealthy. Then, one morning, she woke up and it was all gone. There was no goodbye, no message, no nothing; Kate had seen it in the papers. Philadelphia Godmother dead, family disappeared, city in chaos. Sarah had waited, though. She waited for four days before the reality set it. Will was gone. Gavin was gone. Maybe not even alive. Four days, three bottles of whiskey, and the sickening feeling that she was again alone in the world. 

On the fifth day, Sarah crawled out of bed around one in the afternoon. Kate was sitting in the living room, predictably cleaning her guns, when Sarah appeared in beside the couch. 

"It's time to go."

Within 24 hours, Sarah Winters was gone. Her apartment was left in the hands of a real estate agent to be sold, and she boarded a westbound plane with her body guard. There was nothing left for her in Philly. 

"Miss Winters, there's a Mr. Draymond- from the studio-here to see you."

"Thank you, Andrew. I'll see him in the music room."

The middle-aged butler nodded and turned back toward the house. Sarah took a few steps back from the balcony and took one more long, wistful look over the Pasadena valley. Money could buy her a lot, even an audition for a small role in a movie; but this far, no amount of cash she'd managed to spend filled the hole in her heart. 

"Time to move on, Sarah."