DEBBIE HUGHES<br/><br/>There was a lot to swallow, no doubt. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about sharing the room. While it was of course nice in some ways, I appreciated some privacy as well. However, the house was plenty big enough to throw out Edward for a while if I wanted some time for myself. And if not, I could always blindfold him or whatever, I was sure he wouldn't mind. And even if he did, that was his problem, not mine. And if even that didn't help, I could lock him out on the balcony or whatever, something.<br/><br/>Edward confessed that he hadn't been paying too much attention to Angela either, leaving the both of us unknowing of what the cellar contained. Well, since I hadn't done any better than him, I didn't have a legit reason to yell at him. And besides, I was sure we could find out soon enough, we just had to ask one of the slav- servants for the keys. Why did it need a key anyways? Like, what was so shameful that it needed to be locked behind doors? Damn, my curiosity would be the death of me, but I genuinely wanted to see what was there so bad now, I would have to ask for the keys sooner or later. Who did Angela direct us to again?<br/><br/>Speaking of the sun, Angela appeared in the doorway. I should have guessed, my kind of luck, the one that had no meaning whatsoever, but still was appreciated. Did that make any sense? No? Great. She asked us if we were settling in. Of course we were, we had been in this room in five minutes and hadn't even opened our bags. Of course we were settling in. At the very least, we had picked who would have what bed. Or rather, I had picked, while Edward had bitten the sour apple... Again, and didn't fight my decision, which I appreciated.<br/><br/>She was asking us if we wanted to go to some amateur gig somewhere. Now, the real question was if I wanted to go there. She had a lot more refined ears than I had. Our opinions could differ, but then again, everyone was allowed to have their own opinion, and all in all, it was probably an alright way to get to know the mysterious woman better.<br/><br/>"Well... I don't think either of us have any plans..." I start. I didn't want to make it too obvious that in the end, I had the veto when it came to decision making between the two of us. "Unless something comes up, then sure, I guess we'll tag along, if it's not too much of a bother that is" I replied to her, looking at the older woman. She most certainly still had the looks on her side, like the rest of the family.<br/><br/>Upon second thoughts, I wasn't too sure if I wanted to tag along though. Thje band name hurt my soul, slicing away a decent bit of it. Honestly, the world needed an entire army of people knowing how to name stuff, because seriously, bad names killed appeal like nothing else.<br/><br/>So it was Robyn I would have to ask. Now, there was only one complex left that had to be solved... Which one was Robyn?! Good grief, couldn't name tags become standard policy in society? I was just as far as before, having no idea which one was the much desired Robyn, and it would undoubtedly be embarrassing to ask the wrong one for the keys.<br/><br/>After Angela left, I looked back at Edward. "Well, I guess we've found out what we'll do tonight..." I respond, sighing. "Listening to some probably shitty band with an aunt we barely knew we had, wondering what's in the cellar of the house" I sigh loudly. "Well, we won't have to wonder what to do for the rest of the night at least..."