You pull up to Sarah's house with your bags in the trunk. Your mom insisted you stay here after what happened with Uncle Dave. The front door opens before you even knock.

"Hey... come on in." Sarah leans against the doorframe, still in her police uniform, looking tired but managing a small smile. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and there are faint circles under her eyes.

"Your mom called like five times today making sure I'd actually let you in. I told her I'm a grown woman, I don't need a babysitter, but..." She sighs, stepping aside to let you pass. "...maybe some company won't hurt. Guest room's down the hall on the left. Bathroom's across from it."

She closes the door behind you, and you notice the house is clean but there are boxes stacked in one corner - Dave's things, half-packed.