Scooting around as quickly as she could, Winnie get the things she could see immediately in the washroom. It wasn't much, not that she could see anyway. It was likely she was missing things, but probably not things she couldn't easily replace or live without.

Her room had the most in it and as she moved from the washroom she was relieved, and a little disappointed, that Dory was nowhere in sight. She squashed the latter emotion; it wasn't practical, they had never been practical. She couldn't live the life he wanted to and that was that. Still, she missed his company sometimes, missed sharing a bed with someone when the nightmares hit

In the second bedroom, she grabbed her brush and perfume, the two things she'd been missing the most. There was a couple dresses in the closet that she folded up and shrank magically to fit better into the basket she'd brought. Moving the rifle through the drawers, she pulled out a couple of her underthings and shoved them haphazardly into the basket as well. Win stood at the end of the bed, idly running her fingers over the soft comforter, looking around for anything else she could have missed. There had to be something else that she should have thought to get, but her mind was blank.

Making her way back out into the hallway, she called, "I think that's it." End of sentence, end of relationship, period.