[ He nods, glad to see she's at least focused on something now, even if he's sure the fear isn't gone. He watches her move back towards the boxes, going back to shifting furniture around. The broken beds and tables don't seem to hold much secrets as he makes his way through them, and he can't help the slight bits of frustration growing inside of him.
It's then he sees the scratches on the ground near the large bookshelf he'd been glancing over. Bending down, he runs his fingers over the wood of the floor, forehead wrinkling. ]
Hey, Anna— come look at this. I think they're fresh.
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It's then he sees the scratches on the ground near the large bookshelf he'd been glancing over. Bending down, he runs his fingers over the wood of the floor, forehead wrinkling. ]
Hey, Anna— come look at this. I think they're fresh.