Bella gets up and goes over to him and hugs him.

He leans into her a little.

Bella is good at hugs. This one goes on for a bit, and then she lets him go. "So, I took the bottom bunk, and I don't have a lot of things but I'm not all that neat with them, do you care?"

"No."

"Okay, good. Where's your stuff? Do you need help unpacking or anything?"

"It is all with me," he says. "I do not need help unpacking."

"Do you have even less stuff than I do, or is it magic?"

He considers this question, then concludes, "Yes."

Bella giggles. "What kind of magic? Is it like - is your little bag like the school bus, bigger on the inside?"

He nods.

"Cool. I love magic," sighs Bella happily.

He smiles slightly.

Bella picks up her textbook again and reads.

Bella reads very quietly. And takes notes very quietly. She doesn't want to disturb him.

Sherlock makes absolutely no sound at all. Apparently he sleeps like the dead.

At the sensible hour of nine thirty p.m., Bella turns out the light, closes her book and her notebook, and changes into her pajamas and slips into the bottom bunk for the night.

Well, there's Tony!

Awesome! Bella collects her breakfast and goes and sits with Tony. "Hi. How's Miss Burberry to live with, are you doing okay?"

"We pretty much ignore each other. Working out fine so far. How's Sherry? Have you seen him?"

"He was gone when I woke up. Morning person, I guess," Bella says. "He did go to bed before I did."