They didn't end up sleeping in the house next door, or the other one, or either of the houses next door to those houses; either they were falling apart faster than Terra/Jennifer's home, or the memories chased away Terra's calm, and nearly shook the roof down upon them. They ended up staying in the house second closest to the road because it was in better conditions than the others, and to watch for "traffic", either friendly or Sladebots.
"The water's still running," Malchior announced as he tried the faucet in the kitchen. This set off an argument as to who would take a bath first (water was precious, and as 'gross' as it sounded, they needed to share the water). Terra and Melvin helped (a humiliated) Raven into the tub, and Melvin jumped in with her. It took a moment for the water to kick on (the pressure was getting low), but then it finally began to pour.
For Raven (and really, everyone else) this was the first time she had a real bath in weeks. It was over too fast though, and Raven switched with Jennifer. Fighting with her jeans, she had to wait until Terra was done before she could leave the bathroom. It was either that, or ask Malchior to come in, and carry her out, and Jennifer refused to let him in while she was in the tub.
By the time the blonde was done, Raven was getting desperate to leave. If Melvin or Terra tried to draw me into conversation one more time…
Gizmo slipped into the bathroom behind them, and Terra dropped Raven off in a bedroom before hurrying downstairs with Melvin. "I want to see what Malchior cooked," Terra explained, already slipping out.
Raven frowned. "Malchior can cook?" she muttered to herself.
Alone by herself, she sat at the end of the bed, bored and anxious in the strange house. With nothing better to do, and with no one around, she took a deep breath, and grabbed hold of the base board. Hefting herself up, her knees gave out and she fell back on the bed.
"This is ridiculous," she grumbled then tried again. She didn't even get up as far before she fell back. "Damn it."
"This would be funny, if it weren't so sad," Malchior announced from the doorway. Raven fell straight to the floor. "Sorry, should I have knocked?"
"Go away," she demanded, trying to pull herself back up.
"I think you should wait to have someone with you if you're going to try standing by yourself," he advised, sauntering over to her. "Now, do you want help or not?"
"I think I'd rather just rot here on the floor."
"Good to see your sense of humor wasn't crippled as the rest of you."
"I am not crippled!" she snapped.
He muttered something she couldn't catch, and hefted her up onto the bed despite her (half-hearted) objections. "Supper will be done in a bit. Practice later," he ordered before he left.
After a moment, she sighed as she flopped backward. "I liked him better when he was a book."
"I liked you better when you listened to me!" he called from downstairs.