"Still, I think the families of those they muttered have a right to say "rot in hell" before they get killed by this vigilante. And does taking their lives make it all alright? " she shrugged not expecting an answer. She turned the knob and opened the door, 

Pleased to see that everything was still there. She stepped in, found herself laughing as she looked about. This was home. Her own little place where she had plastered her style all around. 

It was however a bit of a mess, disorganized. She had forgotten that. The bed sheets probably needed changing and the window hadn't been open. Even though it had only be a few days, it was amazing how quick a room could get that dusty unlived in thing. She went and opened the window, at the sake time reviving the flowers in the flower box. She grabbed some clothes and such, said "I'll stay the night with you"