This doesn't look like Kansas.

I do not trust this barren landscape. Take me back. Now!

Larissa watches Dayna quietly freak.

Bedroom window. You can't really see out to the trees, because it's dark.

The kitchen, viewed from the door of the office.

A few fragile items were brought over early -- some artwork, musical instruments, etc. The games were in my car from when we went to Brian and Suzan's games party 3 months ago.

Living room. Door on the left goes to the bedroom, door on the right to bhe balcony.

Bedroom.

Bedroom. The left door is a closet, the right door is a bathroom.

Jenna checks out what will become the office. Behind her is the second bathroom.

Having defeated the disembodied hand that was lurking in the living room, Jenna turns her attention back to the carrier.

Danya peers into the heart of darkness. Also known as the office.

"You go first. I'll keep an eye out on our rear so nothing sneaks up on us.

"I don't know how we got here, but I'm pretty sure these boxes had something to do with it."

"Still keeping an eye out behind us. There might be another one of those hand things lurking around."

"Maybe if we get back in here, we can find our way back home."

"I can goes home now, please?: *

"I can just stay in here. It's no bother, really."

"On the other hand, I kinda want to see what's in there."

"Stop pushing!"

I tried to get a better photo of this. *both* of them were in the same carrier, which is really just barely big enough for one of them. This is the closest I've ever seen them get to one another voluntarily without a huge explosion.

"No, don't go out there! Those hands *always* travel in pairs!!"

"I'll bet there's one hiding behind this box."

"Darn, it got away again. But I'll track it down, just you wait."

"I'll never rest until I fin....oooh, blankie!"