Conda just nodded and let her go back upstairs. He took a few minutes to clean the bathroom before returning to his post. He saw her going slowly up the stairs but she knew he was there to help if she wanted it. Instead, he pulled out his deck of cards and began playing again. She was a sensible girl after all, he thought, so what was she trying to get away from Goose? He mentally shrugged his shoulders. That was something that Goose could think about and deal with. About an hour later, the gang returned and began hauling stuff inside and downstairs. While that happened, Conda related everything that happened to Goose. Pinching the bridge of his nose while keeping his eyes closed, Goose shook his head slowly from side to side. Something was going on in her head and he needed to figure it out. He thanked Conda and climbed the stairs. A cold breeze greeted him when he open his door. Carefully, he picked her up in his arms and carried her downstairs to the sofa. She would be warm and comfortable there until he could get the window fixed. That would have to wait until tomorrow since it was Sunday after all.<br/><br/>He sat down by her head so she could use his lap as a pillow. It had been a long day. As Coral flounced by, he asked her to cook some soup for everyone. She nodded and skipped her way to the kitchen. As he waited for the food, he took Anna's hand and began to examine it. It struck him then that Conda had been calling her Temple and not Anna. Since he hadn't told anyone what name they had picked out for her, he realized that Anna had told him herself. He smiled at that as he leaned back and absently caressed her head.