Moments earlier.
Noah stepped into the kitchen with a backpack hanging from each hand, their straps looped loosely around his fingers. Levy's felt noticeably lighter than his own, though the difference was hardly worth noting anymore.
When he reached the kitchen, Noah set both backpacks down on the wooden table before pulling open the first one. He began unloading their contents brick by brick, placing each item across the tabletop as he sorted through everything they'd managed to collect during their time outside.
He had just reached for another item when he felt the weight of an unseen gaze settle on the back of his head. The sensation wasn't particularly strong, but it was apparently distinct enough that he had been able to pick up on it immediately.
He turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes sweeping across the hallway.
Nothing. The hallway was empty.
Noah narrowed his eyes for a moment before glancing back toward the kitchen.
Weird.
