Ellie liked the storage room. It reminded her of the department stores in New York, albeit not at all similar. It was nice to watch things come and go, a real stockpile to keep track of and add to and share -- like a real community.
Today she arrived with arms full, swaying under the weight of a box full of... Things. There were tools, rusted metal parts, yellowing manuals and books. Ellie had no idea what most of it was -- she'd been followed and had ended up bolting before doing much of an investigation -- but the residents of Sing Sing were good at finding use for anything. That was something she liked very much about them.
Ooh, a desk, Ellie thought happily, lowering the package onto it with some difficulty. It was then that she noticed the absence of Dog's familiar fuzzy heat at her side.