The house is furnished very simply. Very little goes into it. It has a very plain, stock decor. Cheep. There was no television in the main room, only a computer and a stack of library books. The pans were all cheap wallmart, and overly mass manufactured. The entire place was done way too frugally to be comfortable.

the exceptions to this were striking. The walls were littered with pictures of a young boy named Xaine, and one room in the back was stockpiled with thousands of dollars in toys suitable for a seven year old, from video-games to action figures, to arts and crafts. The collection in this room was as extravagant as the rest of the house was frugal.

She had been spending all of her money since she got out of jail on this collection, but she had yet to be able to track her son down. She knew he wasn't hiding... but his father usually kept a tight schedule, and his location was often not available to the public in order to diffuse creepy stalker fans. She had a private investigator looking into it, but so far she had no idea where to look. She was usually not home, since the emptiness of the house bothered her, but she returned here once a night to refresh herself and sleep before heading out again.