Owen kept his distance, well aware of personal space and how important it was, especially right now. But he was eager to get moving, and he went with her, keeping his eyes and ears open for any other sign of life.
Cecilia's question drew his attention again, and Owen watched her open a door. He was taller than she was, so he was able to see past her into the library. The whole place reeked of wealth. "Yeah, it kind of feels like I've been asleep for a few days," he admitted. "But I can't remember any dreams, you know? Just... I remember reaching down for my keys, and then waking up here. Where are you from?"