Aubrey stepped tentatively into Sunny's home. She was immediately struck by the impersonal feel of the dark and bare room. It was like the human elements of this home had been unceremoniously exorcised from it, all the little trivialities and furnishings that once acted as an expression of the family that lived here. She felt that their own presence in it was an unwelcome upset to the quiet entropy taking place, and yet they proceeded.

In years past, those details were anything but "trivial" to her. The memories contained within them grounded her in a way that her own home never could, she now realized. It was through the love and acceptance of her old friends, who would meet here almost every week in those seemingly simple days, that she found the strength to express herself amidst her pain. Her pet Bun-Bun, her meticulous repair of Basil's photo album, and her confidence in her parti-colored appearance all originated in idea from this home.

Unfortunately, she was finally able to realize their importance only in their absence; the starkly blank walls gave no hint of the love she still carried within her. She felt deep in her gut that the furnishings and decorations, wherever they would find themselves next, would lose that intangible humanity they once had. They would be only objects, then. This move was not a transitional phase for them, she felt; this was an attempt at a complete and utter physical forgetting.

"...I knew you were leaving in a couple days, but seeing your house like this really puts it into perspective, huh..."

Aubrey said with a wistful, pained expression. She did not turn Sunny's way.