[She pulls on a shirt and shorts but that's all she manages, trotting barefoot into her living room and looking around. Everything's where it should be, at least when she distinguishes it from yesterday's dream. She waits by the door, touching the wood frame that still has a fresh white cling of paint.
Peering through the peephole, she pulls open the door the second there's a body on the other side. And she rocks on her heels for a moment before pitching herself forward into Aidan's arms.]