[@Mister Thirteen]
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Maddison stopped abruptly as the woman leading her came to an unannounced halt. The brunette took a half step backwards, blinking owlishly, a mildly confused expression. For a moment, she thought the question to be off limits, and then the woman explained to her. “Oh...” So he really did not have a wife or other children. She wondered if that made for a lonely and boring life. An even more prominent question... If he was as absorbed with his work as it seemed...

Was he able to commit to really looking after her?

Maddison nodded her head lightly, a silent indication to the woman that she understood. With that, Beatrice proceeded to climb the stairs, so Maddison followed closely behind her. Once they reached the second floor, her eyes wandered to the doors that flanked the hall. Three on one side, two on the opposite. Bedrooms, she assumed, an a bathroom. Perhaps, an office as well. Then at the very end of the hall, a looming door. Had it not been for the peculiar electronic pad mounted beside the door, it would have been an unassuming, regular door.

Though this particular room piqued her interest - it was the only room to have such a device. What, she wondered, was it? And what was beyond the door? She raised a brow curiously. Was it a lock? And if it was... Why did he need to lock off an entire room? Why, when he lived alone, would he need to restrict a room? Before the thought had even occured to ask the woman, she heard the familiar comforting voice address her. 

“This way, dear.”

Maddison blinked, bringing her attention back to Beatrice. “Coming,” She answered quickly. 

The woman continued down the hall, stopping in front of a door. Setting her luggage down only to twist the knob, Beatrice opened the door. Stepping inside, she placed Maddison bags down before turning to her with a warm smile. “This is your room.”

Maddison stood in the door, taking a moment to absorb her new surroundings... her new room. At first glance, it looked very much like a hotel room. It was very obviously, not lived in. To the far wall, a pair of sliding windows, with drapes tucked to the sides, permitting light from outside. In the corner, a bed with a stand to the side. Square wall shelves on the walls, with books in some and small items in others. A dresser. A pair of doors, with she assumed to be a closet, besides which sat a chair with a throw. A television. Maddison slowly advanced inside. 

“It’s not exactly a ‘teenager’s’ bedroom. But you can decorate how you like, we’re happy to help you settle.”

Maddison smiled, setting her bag down in the chair. “Thank you. Really.” 

“Any time.”

She was warm... She emitted a certain sort of nurturing that helped put Maddison at ease.

“Will you need help unpacking?”

“Oh, no,” Maddison waved a hand. “I, uh, I can manage.” She assured. 

“Very well. Call for me if you need anything. The bathroom is just across the hall. I’ll get started on dinner, your father will be home in just a couple of hours.”

Maddison nodded her head, thanking Beatrice once more. Once alone, she stood in silence, in the center of the room. After a moment, she moved. This was going to take some adjusting. Sitting down on the bed, she laid back and stared up at the ceiling. 

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