Brutus went to make some phone calls, leaving Emily in her room. Emily had her own room in the mansion, filled with toys, and a large doggy bed.
As she wandered around the room, she was suddenly hit with another memory. The normally blank and innocent look on her face shifted, as if the previous tenant, who had moved out, returned to get the last of her things. She looked around the room, suddenly thinking a bit more than she had in days.
Suddenly, the room seemed to change. It had a king sized bed before...a dresser, the closet open and full of clothes...as opposed to what she expected....a mostly empty room with plenty of room to run around.
This surprised Emily. Were these her things? Was she supposed to wear clothes? Brutus wore clothes, but she'd never needed any, had she?
Suddenly, the room returned to normal...it hadn't ever really changed, except in her mind. Her brief moment of focus faded, and she picked up one of her favorite toys, grinning happily...