Levi made his way into a house, which was satisfactory in its physical state. The door creaked as he pushed it open.
A mass of dust blew across his face as the wind drove its way into the living room. Levi walked slowly, skimming the area and running his hands over the dirty leather of a cushion.
The door behind him closed, which startled him. He looked back to see Abby. He had been so intrigued that he forgot she was with him.
"Can we like, stay here for a while?" Levi asked, resuming his tourism.
Abby knew there was no way she could refuse that or drag him out of here. She shrugged and said, "Okay, sure."
From the cushion, his hands travelled to the dusty center table and the black TV. He felt the curtains, opening them to reveal windows displaying properties beyond the house.
"Reminds you of home?" Abby piped in, trying her best to wipe off the dust on the cushion. "Because it reminds me of home."
