[She calls to him from the bathroom as she retrieves another spare toothbrush from the bathroom closet. This one is purple.]

Thanks! It's not really mine. I mean, it is here. But this was my parents' house, back home.

[In which she also lived. There are three big differences in this version: first, her parents' bedroom is missing. Second, she has a new bed, completely unlike the one she'd slept in while alive. Third--and perhaps most important of all--the window in her bedroom no longer exists. Just four solid walls in that room.]

I'm thinking of asking the Admiral for a new layout.

[Too many memories in this one. She rejoins him and hands over the toothbrush, smiling.]

I hope you don't hate purple.