Log: Ashleigh/Louis
It took only a small amount of finagling to find someone to watch Matthew for the afternoon, and then Ashleigh was off on the errand that Louis had asked of her. Saying no wasn't even an option in her opinion, no matter what was asked of her. Maybe it was guilt over all that had happened before when she was here last, or something more, but she felt a need to show her family that she was there for them, no matter what.
It was easy enough to find the shelter that Louis had given her the address to, though seeing it had her stopping in surprise for several moments. To think that Sam had been staying here when there were so many people that would have given her a place to crash hurt in a way. She was sure Sam wasn't inclined to accept help if offered, but still. A shelter. But Ash steeled herself and marched in, an easy smile on her face as she checked in at the front desk. It took only a moment of explanation of who she was, a show of her identification, and the lady showed her to where Sam kept her things. Of course, only the box was really of interest to her, but she nodded her head and said that she would take everything so that they could clear the space. There wasn't much there, other than the white wooden box, but Ash took it all and tucked it into the bag she had brought along with her.
She was familiar enough with the hotel, with the doors, even if it had been some time since she had last been here, that it wasn't too much of a struggle to find her way to the DC Door, back to Gotham, which was familiar in its own way. Ash had never felt quite comfortable in Gotham City, the city a little too dark, a little too shadowy for her taste. She liked the hustle and bustle of city life, but she needed some brightness in her world as well, some light to counteract all the shadows that lurked in the corners of the world. Vegas wasn't perfect, but it was better than some options. Better than finding herself living in Gotham City again, at least.
The bag containing the box and the other items was over her shoulder, heavy in both weight and knowledge, and Ash stepped off the curb for only a moment to hail a passing cab. The address that Louis had given her was passed along to the driver, and she settled back with her hands on the bag as the city flashed by outside. The ride was longer than she had expected, taking her to part of the city that she didn't recall from the last time she was here. That was no surprise, really, considering how much time had passed.
When the cab finally stopped and she had paid her fare, Ash stared up at the mansion that loomed in front of her. Large, stately, it was impressive in ways that she couldn't quite put her finger on. But Ash wasn't one to be deterred away simply because something seemed too much for her. Instead, she switched the bag to her other shoulder and made her way up to the walk, knocking a moment later and telling whomever answered that she was there to see her brother, Louis Donovan.