"Ellen."
"Yes?"
"...why are you in my bed?"
"Because I live here?"
What a perfectly natural response—if not for the fact that this was Raymond's apartment (technically the academy's).
Raymond should have realized something was wrong when he first opened the door to his place. He had expected it to be the exact same. Maybe a little dusty, but seeing it still squeaky clean. He had thought that the academy had cleaned it up for him.
Walking past the living room and towards the kitchen, he couldn't help but notice that the kitchen and dining room looked used. Lived in, something he had simply brushed off as when he lived here in the past.
Why didn't his perfect memory catch that everything was slightly different? Mainly because it was more of a conscious act rather then a passive one. He had to actively search through to recall something.
It was only when he finally entered his bedroom, with the sounds of the TV still on—that something finally ticked him off.
