Rose didn't truly have a lot of possessions, so her packing up and moving didn't take too terribly much, and left her able to help Bobbi move.

Right now, she was setting up her bookshelf, placing her books on Zen Buddhism and meditation on top shelf, followed by her books on Japanese poetry and epics, and then her motorcycle repair guide.

So freakin' weird not to be in the Mansion proper anymore. That'd been her home long as she could remember. It was full of familiar and comforting scents. Now there was this new building, barely touched, with just a few lingering smells from workmen and construction.

"One door closin' and another openin', eh?" she mused aloud.