I come down the stairs to see that Shana had cleared up the living room and the center table was now back in it's spot.
"Is Renee okay?" She asks when she sees me.
"I hope so." I mutter.
"It's time to deal with the mess in the kitchen but let's get out of these clothes first." She says, starting up the stairs.
I follow after her, slightly confused. "Why?"
"You don't want flour all over those clothes, do you?" She asks, heading for the third room.
"Oh." I mumble in realization, looking at the closed door to my room when we pass by it and wondering how Dale is doing.
She goes straight to the cupboard and pulls out old t-shirts and shorts, handing a set to me which I take and make for the bathroom.
I pack up my hair too as a precaution, I was going to get flour on it either way but I wasn't about to get more that was necessary.
