Warren observed everything around the as he followed her to her apartment. When she lead them up to a sigle room apartment he stayed he the door. He stepped just inside and cracked the door and looked around. It was indeed a small place. But he supposed it was big enough for just a single occupant. The furniture was worn, but not extremely old. The Tv was small, just as everything else. He could see the kitchen. It was clean, no clutter or dishes on the counter or sink. He picked up the picture on the small coffee table. It was two smiling adults with a teenage girl. They all had the same white hair. He gave a small smile and put it back onto the table. He frowned as his old memories surfaced. He had lost his parents in a time where a picture was expensive and the camera was barely invented. He only had the visions of his memory for them. He sighed and turned to her as she entered the room. She had changed into better pants and had a medium size back pack full of clothes. He picked up the picture and held it out to her.<br/><br/>"Do you have everything you need? We cant come back once we leave....." He felt bad. He had just entered her life and completely changed it less than an hour.