For the better part of the day, the young writer was directing the movers around the house. Making sure that the right bed was in the right room, that the furniture was at least in pretty good possitions; Cat would  likely want things fine tuned later. The really important things were getting the big four-poster bed in the bedroom, and his desk and bookshelves into the room that would become his work room. Most of the furniture that decorated the house was of the more modern design; lots of metal and glass. Some of the tables even had led lights underneath them, giving the room some mood lighting when they were turned on.<br/><br/>As it stood at the moment however, boxes covered the tables, some of the furniture, and where stacked seemingly randomly in the living room. As annoying as all of the boxes were to sort through and move to their intended places for depacking, Jacob perfered to do it himself rather than having to wait for a mover to put it in the room. Not that there was a lot of stuff in the boxes that would raise questions, it was more a matter of complete strangers checking inside of the boxes that weren't completely taped shut.<br/><br/>When Madison came to the door and knocked softly, Jacob didn't actually hear it, he was busy moving some of the boxes around in his study, however, the door swung open easily, even from her gentle rapping, allowing her to walk in if she chose to do so.