In silence Rose follows up the stairs passing by large canvas of paintings by various artists and numerous periods, most she found hard to believe Pete and Jackie of any universe would enjoy and appreciate. All for show and status quo she assumes quickly.
"Well here you go, I'll move those boxes out in a few days." She knew in the words of Pete (any Pete) days could easily mean months.
"Thanks, it's nice." She reaches over flipping up the switch on the wall to be greeted by a quick pop and sizzling coming from the light overhead.
"Ah the light finally burnt out, I'll get that fixed right away too." Rose nods not saying the point of responding. Pete shuffles on his feet, she could sense his uneasiness and the foreign territory in his mind. If anything like her thoughts she knew they were scattered into a thousand fragments. After what felt like a entirety he steps back into the hall, leaving her with her own fragments as she stares ahead at the wall.