The Essence of Winter Sleep

The place is very quiet.

Cold, too, since the climate control is off, and has been for a while. The lights are on now, but it still has that abandoned feeling that unlived-in houses often get. She can see snow outside the window where she sits. It's a very big room, and sitting with her back to the wall feels... safer. Safer than not, at any rate. With both Elan and Vashti off 'securing the perimeter,' or whatever vital things they have to do, the little house feels very empty.

Shelley sighs, arms wrapping around her knees to stave off the cold. At this rate, it doesn't look like she'll be going home for a long time.