"She's more of a...project. Somebody made. In the basement," JW called from the kitchen. He was shaking the box, holding it up to his ear, and then turning it over in his hands. Sounded okay. "Thanks. Been here longer than I have--the sofa. Probably longer than Deuteornomy even."

JW abandoned the kitchen and finally plunked down on the sofa. He sank into it and puffed out a sigh, relaxing. He patted the cushion next to him.

"I'll show you 'round once I catch my breath. That was a walk!"