Carol had considered the bed, too. Except that it would probably look pretty awkward as she hauled a bed down the emergency stairs- not to mention just a little bit suspicious. It was already going to be weird enough getting the other stuff out of there. "Definitely the pillows. Blankets. Robes. Towels."
She yawned and stared at the TV. No. No network and taking the TV seemed excessive.
Then something occurred to her. She grinned and looked at Peter. "We should open a bar."
Yup. Drunk Carol was pretty single-minded about stuff like this. "We can use the fridge. Maybe sneak back into the karaoke place and grab some glasses and bottles of liquor." Was this too excessive? She'd seen some boxes. "We can use one of those made carts in the halls."