Melinda laughed a little at the suggestion of complainer wards. "Just couldn't sleep last night, no big deal," she said, shrugging. "Do we have any more places we're meant to look at today?" Melinda still wasn't really sure about moving out. She would have been content to live with their parents until...well, until they inherited the house really. Or until they both got married, or whatever. But if Marek was going, she was going too. That had never been a question. And if he felt like he needed this, then she'd give it to him, because if she had needed it, she knew he'd be doing the same. She wondered vaguely what moving was going to be like, the transfer of nineteen years of accumulated junk from one place to another.