Kaspar had managed to make it past the security gates, her duffle bag clutched to her like a pillow. She was so utterly nervous, biting her lip down hard as she raised her hand to the door. Should she open it or knock first? She settled on the latter and rapped lightly. When no one opened it, she knocked a little more loudly.

She waited silently, hoping that she wouldn't have to just waltz in, it had been a while and she didn't feel comfortable doing so. Wolvie was the one who had encouraged her to move back. They both had a lot off catching up to do, but it was never a good time for that. She hoped that this time she might catch him alone, of course she also hoped to get to know the others who lived there a little better.

She lost track of how much time she had been standing there. Had it been only a few seconds or had she been there for a half an hour? She raised her hand and tapped her knuckles against the door. This was harder than she might have thought. It felt like years since she had been there when in truth it had been a few months. How long had she been gone?