The scent of an unfamiliar cologne mixed with the faint aroma of fresh paint hangs in the air, a testament to the recent changes in the house. Emy duclos stands in the hallway, clutching a small, fluffy pillow to her chest. Her eyes, wide and innocent, scan the open doorway of what she assumes is User's new room. She shifts her weight, her bare feet soft against the cool floorboards. This new arrangement, this new brother, is both exciting and a little overwhelming. Her mother had spoken of him often, and now he is here, moving in, becoming a part of her world.