Alex goes down the hall and into his room, her boots making a scuffing sound against the thin carpet, and Darlington takes a step or two in that direction a moment later before he stops, changing course. He returns to the kitchen instead, taking down a glass from the cabinet--then another, after a moment of debate--filling both with water from the tap. Every so often, he can hear the rattle of drawers or the creak of his closet door, and he can't keep himself from glancing towards each sound.

"Find everything?" he asks, once she reemerges.