<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Floor plan</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://www.meadowbrookapartments.net/Floor_plan_images/465.JPG) </div></div><br/>He took her hand happily, leading her back towards his place. The hallway had five other apartments on this floor; it was the third, and top, floor. A nice little tenement building, probably built in only the past few years. Her hand felt cold, especially compared to his warm hands. "It's been cold out lately. You really should wear gloves," So he did notice something off, but as humans were prone to do, he found a mundane and rational explanation. It was autumn, after all, and the nights were getting colder.<br/><br/>He pushed the door open, leading her in, then closed it behind him. He locked it, out of habit. It's true what they say: old habits never quite die.  It was a pretty nice place, though not as nice as the one bedroom apartment they had shared.  At 400 square feet, it was pretty large for a studio, but nearly half the size of their old apartment. The kitchenette was small, but efficient, and located directly to their left as one walked inside the apartment. It had a nice little counter spot, for eating at, and he even had two stools.<br/><br/>Directly ahead of them was the living room area, which currently had a loveseat set squarely in the middle of it, and a tv stand on the wall opposite it. A small flatscreen tv was, of course, sitting on the stand, but the cables are just splayed out; it hasn't been hooked up yet. There was a DVD player next to it, too, and his collection of DVDs were on a small shelfing unit that was actually built into the stand itself; nice, neat, optimal. It made sense he would pick something like that.<br/><br/>In the kitchenette, there were four large cardboard boxes, still taped up, just sitting on the counter. Each of the boxes were labeled 'kitchen', and doubtlessly contained cooking and eating utensils. He always did love to cook.<br/><br/>The bedroom was set up with a double bed on a boxspring, and a frame that had drawers built into the bottom of it. And again, of course he would pick something like that, it gave him extra storage space. He was always a bit obsessive compulsive about arranging things so neatly, but it usually made him endearing rather than annoying.  It was covered in the same pillows and blankets that they had had when living together, though everything else in the apartment, so far, seems to be... used, yet, new. Not their old things. In truth, a lot of their old things were gone by now. It was back during the time where he was basically drunk 24/7, and he honestly had very little recollection of those days, which may very well be for the best.<br/><br/>There were boxes on the floor in the bedroom, one being marked 'bathroom', while the others were marked 'clothes'. The bathroom had only a single roll of toilet paper in it right now, as he had planned to get everything set up after his pizza dinner; needless to say, there was now something more important than that to do.<br/><br/>Finally, one may note, that right now, there were no lights in the bedroom or living room. There was just the light on in the kitchen, and a light in the bathroom; currently off. There didn't seem to be any lamps around, either, which means that at some point, probably tomorrow, he's going to be going into town to buy one.<br/><br/>In silence, he would lead her into the living room, moving to settle down onto the love seat. As he did so, his body seemed tense in some ways, slack in others. Nevermind the melange of emotions he was feeling, he was tired from the move. It was a two hour trip out here from his parents place, and they had done so much work packing up the U-haul, and then unloading it. The tiredness showed. "What happened?" It was such a plain question. She had to have seen it coming, too. It's a question that has haunted him for this entire time, that has bounced around his head, and haunted his dreams.