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You lift the first box off the stack and heave it triumphantly down to the ground. It's only when you straighten up, hands on hips, that you realize you can count at least ten more that need pulling down as well before you can get into them all. You're not even sure the floor will hold that many—especially with Arctus sitting attentively right at your feet. You know she's just helping, of course, so you can't hold it against her.

You're in the downstairs hall, looking up at the pile of boxes you narrowly missed running into the very first time you let yourself into the house. At this point, you're getting a little sick of them greeting you every time you come home.

If ever there was a good time to unpack, it's now.

Still, you might have overestimated your unpacking abilities when you were lying safe and warm in bed. Giving the boxes one last look (just as Arctus leaps up onto your shoulder as if ready to start giving instructions), you make up your mind what to do with them.