"Thank you," she breathes, leaning against him. "I can't do it without you." Honestly, she was going to need a babysitter. A responsible adult.

She approaches the door carefully, and puts the key in the lock like she's afraid it might shock her. It doesn't. But she doesn't turn the knob, not for a long moment. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep, shuddering breath, and opens the door.

It's exactly as she left it a few hours ago, potions ingredients all about the kitchen, broken glass and potion on the floor. The place is in quite decent condition, despite being on the very cheap end of things. But Nancy keeps a nice house. Any sort of decorating has clearly been done by her, and it's limited to a picture of the two of them here and there, maybe a throw pillow and a blanket. They lived a simple life, and that was okay. Sometimes, simple was better.