Though Katelina expected Jorick to come after her, he didn't. Didn't he care that she was angry? Upset? Didn't he want to fix it?
It's his fault.
But apparently he didn't. When she got tired of waiting, she wandered into the basement. She hadn't spent much time down there, except in the bedroom, but now seemed like a good time for exploring.
She paused next to the big black "guest coffin" and slid the lid aside. A cloud of stale, musty air puffed up at her, and she wrinkled her nose and moved away from it. The door next to the bedroom caught her eye, and she headed for it. The room inside was nearly the same size as the bedroom, and full to bursting with random junk, including an old bicycle, so that there was only a small patch of visible floor left.
"My God, does he save everything?"
