Rise slept well that night, she tossed and turned, but she slept, and for that she was grateful. She awoke in the morning, and found a pair of jeans in her trunk, and a sweatshirt, because it was cold in the dungeon house that they now called their home for a while. Leaving the bedroom, she emerged into the living room, yawning. Taking a few bleary steps forward, she walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge without thinking. Nothing.. literally, nothing. Rise groaned and sat down at the table, covering her face with her hands.
This house hadn't been used in such a long time, when she had gotten here, the food had spoiled that had still been in the fridge, the house looked at though it had been raided and gone through, searched, and seized, anything of importance had been taken. The torture weapons, the valuables.. everything but the blood still left on the walls in some of the rooms, and the food in the kitchen. Barker had left in a hurry, and gone on the run from this place.. he wasn't about to come back to an empty house that might be watched.
Rise slowly looked up at the ceiling, thinking. The full moon was approaching, she could feel it, and she didn't have any way to keep herself from hurting someone. So.. she needed to discuss some things with Jimmy, see where they were going, if they were going to stay together or not.. if he stayed with her, it would be easier for her to stay.. killing free, if they went exasperated ways.. she'd have a harder time of it.. and she didn't want to kill anyone, no one at all.