The tower heaves. I pause for a moment, waiting for the tumble of boxes which I decide after a few moments, will not come.
The box is open ajar, and much to my relief the lid swings up to reveal soft reams of fabric and cotton clothes. I sigh shakily, running a hand over my head. Thank goodness. Blindly I pick out a beige button up top and some soft matching bottoms, slinging them over my shoulder as Ithuriel's reply hits my ears.
