<div class="floatright">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u605/Sella_La_Mer/Sandra%20Shore/SandraHeadshot.jpg)</div><strong>Sandra Shore <br/>The Commons</strong><br/><br/>Sandra watched the tired-looking guy she recognized as the guy with the D name that sounded like that old folk guy who could sing that her parents liked. "Hey, Dylan," she called out, hoping she wasn't screwing it up, "I heard you mention keys. Did you get one for the front door?" She grabbed one up off the counter where there was still a small pile of them, in addition to the note and now the remotes for the garage door and waved it in his direction.<br/><br/>Since he seemed more interested in the girl whose name she knew wasn't Lita (though it was close) and was Ford, she wandered off to keep exploring. She took a moment to glance out the sliding doors to the back, seeing the huge pool and the even more huge yard, then drifted around, moving counter-clockwise to find herself exploring the workout room. She'd never really had much use for such things, though it would be nice to have an open area dedicated to such pursuits where she could do her yoga. She wasn't sure if the bedrooms, which she hadn't yet investigated, would be large enough, what with each one holding four people and all of their assorted clutter. She checked out the machines, wondering if anyone had yet been there looking for hidden keys.