<div style="text-align: justify;">Marissa wasn't particularly happy with the condition of the house, but at least it looked like it wouldn't fall on her head. That was enough for now. It wasn't like she had plans to spend more than the night in there. The idea was to stay either until the storm passed, or until daylight, when it would be easier to find help and get herself going again. From what she could see, the house had been some sort of inn, and that would work perfectly. Marissa wasn't really squeamish about sleeping in an old house, and had zero problems with dust. Being alone in there wasn't exactly the most comforting thought, but she tried pushing it away and continued checking the place.<br/><br/>While she checked the first floor, the woman could hear some noises that made her jump a little. 'Come on, Mari, ghosts aren't real', she thought to herself, taking a deep breath. As she had just left the kitchen and went into what seemed like a laundry room, the young woman didn't see Nathan slip in - and didn't really want to go back and check what the hell was going on. <br/><br/>Andrei would see that the house was old, but not too badly beat up. The stairs were creaking a little, but didn't give when the man stepped on them. There was a lot of dust around, and cobwebs could be seen pretty much anywhere spiders could make them. The second floor seemed pretty well taken care of, or at least like it hadn't been too badly exposed to the elements. There were doors on both sides of the corridor, some open and some closed, but all unlocked. All of them were bedrooms with large beds, a dresser and some of them had mirrors over the dressers. At the end of the corridor, another door led to a bathroom with a bath tub, toilet and sink, all old, but not crumbling to pieces. A door on the ceiling seemed to lead to an attic, but there was no ladder to aid reaching it. When the man returned downstairs, the house would be a lot less... empty than it had been when he had gone up.<br/><br/>Peter's screaming and banging on the counter did cause an immediate reaction. The dust that had been settled on the wood instantly went up in the air on a cloud. The wood creaked, but didn't crack or anything, at least not yet. Footsteps did respond to the man's noisy presence, though. Whoever the person was, she didn't seem to work there. A head peeked first from inside a room, and then the young woman stepped back into the entrance area. Looking at Peter, Gabriel and Faye, she raised her brows in surprise. "Uh, evening", she greeted, her gaze jumping from one person to another from all she could see. "Are we having a surprise party here, or did you all get here by fate like I did?", she asked, jumping one more time as the door from the room she had just left slammed shut. "Holy shit", the woman murmured, placing her hand on her chest. "Sorry, this place is just... weird, but seems structurally sound. I was planning on spending the night here, as my car decided to break down in this no man's land".</div>