It's the weirdest thing. Not in any kind of a bad way, of course, but enough that Beverly still can't help but boggle at it as she gets ready to leave. So much of what's happened in Darrow has seemed normal in a way she's entirely unaccustomed to, the sort of things that might have been part of someone else's life but sure as hell had no room in hers. For all that that might be the case, though, she knows she likes the idea of it. She could easily have gone to the carnival with her friends, or with Peter, but she probably wouldn't have stopped to think half as much about that.

Once she finishes brushing her teeth, she clips a couple loose pieces of hair back away from her face. It's been growing out; she's not sure yet what she wants to do about it. Then she heads back out into the hallway, smiling as she does. "I'm ready!" she calls. "Was that the door?"