Transformation: Day 9

Word Count: 54,017

Summary of Events:

Taylor left his aunt's house at four in the morning, but didn't get too far before he was pulled over by police because, in leaving, he'd accidentally triggered his aunt's burglar alarm; thankfully the officers realised it'd been an accident and let him be on his way. Ian met Ms. Carlyle for dinner and told her mostly lies about his early life and childhood before finally the conversation switched to being about her life. Elianne arrived home from school and was shocked to see a For Sale sign on the front lawn and despaired how she would possibly find a way to keep Enya while living in town. Taylor finally arrived in Adaminaby, where his flat awaited him . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

He followed Whitney into the building, where Whitney gave him the keys, yet still led the way to the elevator, which they rode up to the top floor before stepping into a little niche which had a door on each side.

“This one’s yours,” Whitney pointed to the left.

Taylor put the key he hadn’t used — which wasn’t as large and thick as the other one — into the lock and turned it before opening the door and stepping into a little foyer. A closet door was to his right, a man door straight ahead.

Stepping forward, Taylor opened it and found a washer and dryer stacked against the back wall.

“That’s sort of small,” Taylor commented.

“Not that you need an expansive laundry room,” Whitney replied.

“If you say so,” Taylor replied.

Turning to his right, which led out of the foyer, Taylor was immediately taken by the stunning view out the windows of the Snowy Mountains. It looked beautiful, the sort of thing he couldn’t possibly ever tire of seeing.

Whitney prodded him into the kitchen where he observed, with intrigue, the fact that the stove was angled into one of the corners of the kitchen, leaving the kitchen with only one ninety-degree corner, immediately beside the sink.

Between the stove and the living room was a stretch of counter that could be used as something of a bar area, then was the living room, complete with a gas fireplace and large windows that gave a full view of the Snowy Mountains that, really, pretty much surrounded Adaminaby.

The dining room was off to the side and had a French-style windowed door leading out onto a rather sizeable balcony that also afforded him a phenomenal view of the mountains.

There was even a barbecue already placed that, upon further examination, Taylor discovered was connected to the flat by a gas line, which struck him as quite convenient.

When he turned around to go back inside Taylor discovered there were two doors leading back into the house, the left door led into the dining room, the right, into the master bedroom.

Taylor tried his key in the lock of the door into the bedroom and found it opened it, so he went in that way and found that it was quite nice and roomy, with a sizeable closet.

He went out the interior door of the bedroom and found himself facing the bathroom, which was nice, as far as bathrooms went.

The last room he explored was a guest bedroom that was almost as nice as the master bedroom, except that it lacked a window, leaving it dark if the door was closed.

Returning back out to the living room, Taylor found Whitney leaning against the kitchen counter.

“So,” Whitney said. “What do you think of it?”

“It’s really nice,” Taylor replied. “I like it.”