But also, the likeliest spot in the house to have things that might trouble one or both of them. She takes a breath to steady herself, watching Mulder take out the trash. It's a kind gesture on his part, though probably partly just to keep himself from feeling out of place. (The idea of her having a place he's never been to still unnerves her.)
Once he's done, she starts back down the hall, feeling absurd. This place feels almost like a hotel-- a high-end one, not the kind of place she'd stay. The lighting is soft, the materials luxurious-- frosted glass doors and polished wood, finely made tile, and where it's carpeted the floor feels plush enough to sleep on-- but there's not much to show who lives here, or even that anyone does.
She pushes the bedroom door open and steps inside, and... it's nice, but still sparse-- a medical journal on the night table, an empty water glass, a vase of dead flowers.
"No sign of a struggle-- no way to tell if she was home at all," she murmurs, frowning. She heads for the ensuite bathroom, not quite ready to start rummaging through drawers.
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"Seems likelier than the living room."
But also, the likeliest spot in the house to have things that might trouble one or both of them. She takes a breath to steady herself, watching Mulder take out the trash. It's a kind gesture on his part, though probably partly just to keep himself from feeling out of place. (The idea of her having a place he's never been to still unnerves her.)
Once he's done, she starts back down the hall, feeling absurd. This place feels almost like a hotel-- a high-end one, not the kind of place she'd stay. The lighting is soft, the materials luxurious-- frosted glass doors and polished wood, finely made tile, and where it's carpeted the floor feels plush enough to sleep on-- but there's not much to show who lives here, or even that anyone does.
She pushes the bedroom door open and steps inside, and... it's nice, but still sparse-- a medical journal on the night table, an empty water glass, a vase of dead flowers.
"No sign of a struggle-- no way to tell if she was home at all," she murmurs, frowning. She heads for the ensuite bathroom, not quite ready to start rummaging through drawers.