Mouse
Mouse packed up all the stuff in her apartment. She hadn't wanted any help. Just some time to touch things and think, and cry. All of Sidhe's things had gone in the bin, except for her collar. Sidhe's collar had gone in a pocket of Mouse's duster, so she could touch it at times and remember. Packed up the oh so expensive sound system, and anything that hadn't been damaged. The computer monitor had taken a bullet, so that had been dumped too.
Clothes in suitcases, dress very carefully put in a suit bag to await the ball. All those various things she had accumlated. Time of grieving, time of mourning. Packing up and moving on. New things waiting. Paid for the damages to the apartment. New place waiting to echo with the sounds of life. She looked around the bare apartment, and hoisted her bag onto her back. She better get going to meet the removalist truck at her new apartment. Mouse carefully locked the door behind her, and dropped the key off on her way out.