Sage felt her heart sink as she saw the ranch house in the distance. Old memories coming back to haunt her and a saddened feeling as she wished things would've turned out different. She was snapped back into reality when Jakcson asked her a question. Looking at him for a moment, she had to think about what he had asked in order to gather her thoughts back.<br/><br/>"Oh..um yes. Yes, this is the safehouse. But its only the basement of the house that is actually safe." She replied as they came upon it. Looking up at the second story, shattered windows, she remembered what it was like to have her bedroom window open on a spring day. The warm breeze gently brushing over her skin and the birds chirping their merry tunes. Shaking her head, she forced herself back into the present as she returned her eyes to the wrap-around porch in front of them.<br/><br/>Stepping onto the first step, it creaked as she put more of her weight onto it but it didnt bother her. Quickly ascending the four steps, she crossed the porch to the metal door that was the replacment for the old screen door that used to hang here. Turning the wheel on the outside four times, she heard the familar click as the door unlocked. Pushing it open, she stepped inside then waited for Jackson to come in before she pushed it closed and turned the wheel four times to lock it back. The air was clearer in the house but not enough so to take off their masks.<br/><br/>Sage stood at the door, looking from room to room as memories flooded back to her. She seemed to be somewhere else as she quietly moved past Jackson and into the living room to their left. Placing her hand on the back of the couch as she walked past it, running it lightly along the old, rotting, couch. Most of the furniture had already fallen apart, many of the knick-knacks were gone from the theives that came here to plunder houses for forgotten things. Several picture frames had been knocked off their shelf or off the wall, glass scattered around the frames. Stopping right next to a smaller, now black, frame, she bent down and picked it up.<br/><br/>Slowly and carefully pulling the picture out of the frame before folding it up and shoving it in her pocket. Then she stood and took a quick look around before she turned to look at Jackson. "Come on. Their should be food and other supplies in the basement," she said before she crossed the living room and disappeared into the kitchen. Walking over to one more steel door, she turned another wheel four times before opened it. Letting Jackson in first before she followed. Closing the door and locking it again, then taking out her lighter before she lit a candle on the wall next to her. Squeezing past him on the small staircase, she slowly made her way down as she lit candles along the way. Coming to the final candle, she took this one off the wall and held it as she took the last step off the staircase. The basement was large and empty of anything besides a few boxes against a far wall and a bed.