Carthia had been busy since they moved in decorating the house so that it felt more like a home. Everything was slowly being put in place in the same painfully slow pace that a normal human would. They had many old world art pieces, such as vases, painting, and statues. She loved the feel of the old world and the time before. She could never seem to grasp time now as it slipped through her fingers never carrying her with it.
She had agreed to move here because of the promise that her husband had made her. He promised to put the old him in the past and retire his violent ways. When they arrived the neighbors received them well and she had been happy that her husband had been polite to them all and looked at them as living things and not a meal. Carthia truly looked forward to living here with no worry of walking into a room to see it covered in blood and having to worry about the dead body. She smiled to herself arranging the flowers on the dinning table they would never use without company. "At least for a short while this will be wonderful."