Is it really breaking in if no one has been home in a while? [ she offers it with her face scrunched up, her own question one she isn't quite sure she appreciates herself.

tapping her feet against the welcome mat, she gets as much snow off of her as possible. she reaches out to open the door, hoping it'll be an easy swing… and thankfully, it is.

inside is dark, as expected, with a slight mugginess to it given none of the windows appear to be open. it's quiet and eery, but at least the interior of the house isn't broken or in disrepair. ]

I thought about being a doctor for a quick second, but… [ her chuckle is quiet and short. ] I wanted to be a writer. Could you imagine writing about this? It'd be unbelievable, but writing—storytelling... it makes it believable.