Wiping her brow as she places the last of the grocery bags on the kitchen counter; Danielle scans the kitchen for a moment before getting to work on putting away all of the groceries.  The handful of moving boxes had disappeared from their place in the corner; which meant that at least one sister had done as she'd asked earlier; she wouldn't know about the others until she finished off with the kitchen.<br/><br/>Frowning as she takes in the sight of the fruit that wouldn't need to be frozen, Danielle glares with impatience at the too full pantry before finally pulling out a random bowl, placing it on the kitchen table, and putting the fruit inside of that.<br/><br/>There, now there would be no excuse for continued fast food binging.  The last two days they all had been there; there had been no food in the house.  Which gave her sisters the excuse to order out.  Danielle<em>hated</em>fast food.  There was something about a ready made cheeseburger wrapped in paper, or a lukewarm already prepared taco that just wrapped her stomach into knots.<br/><br/>Placing her hands on her hips; Danielle glances around the room; focused blue eyes taking in every inch of the area. She'd cleaned up, washed off, and overall Lysoled down the kitchen earlier this morning; and the look in her eyes all but dared a smudge to show up.<br/><br/>Sure, a lot of cleaning need to be done; but the high quality of the large house really was impressive.  The entire house had an antique feel to it, and Danielle was already starting to have a good feeling about this new house, although...she wished she could say the same about everything else.<br/><br/>Lately, for the past couple days...she'd been dreaming.<br/>Normally, this was fine.  The most relevant dreams she had recently was of Josie auditioning for a company, or Nina walking through the house with muddy shoes on.  But recently....they hadn't been heartwarming prophesies.  She'd been dreaming of running...in the woods.  It was dark, trees were everywhere, every once in awhile a bush or tree branch would get in the way.  She could hear the harsh breathing of someone exerting themselves.  Was it her? The person running? Or was it coming from behind? She didn't know.  But the dream had been recurring lately; and even though nothing about the dream was particularly scary; every night she would wake up suddenly, jerking upright, in a cold sweat, her scream coming out before she can stifle it.<br/><br/>She hadn't told her sisters about it, hoping that this dream really was just that; a dream.  She knew they wondered about her waking up screaming, but she'd made it clear that she wouldn't tolerate anyone asking her about it. A stern look and an icy silence, and the subject was dropped.<br/><br/>"Hey! Anybody hungry?" She calls out cheerfully, forcing her thoughts about her dreams out of her mind.  She'd deal with that later, for now she needed to collect her sisters together in order to see if Nina had started on the attic, if Josie had started vacuuming and dusting off all the crud from the downstairs, and if Sophie had called the Mr. Draper, their grandmothers attorney, to get the last of the details over their inheritance worked out.<br/>