The dwelling is still well-kept and lived in, it seems. The little garden between the house and the shed seems to be in the middle of replanting. The front porch is swept and decorated with vases. One of the front windows is open, allowing flowers on the sill to spill outwards into the sun.

At Chris's knock a cheery and familiar voice inside the house calls "Just a moment!" before the sounds of shuffling and footsteps can be heard as the occupant puts aside their task. When the door finally opens, Rinea-- because of course, it's Rinea-- looks just as well as Chris had left her, wreathed in smiles and dressed primly in the long sort of skirts she'd always favored.

Her smile is quickly replaced with shock as Rinea registers who she's looking at, though, and she gasps.

"Why-- Chris!" Hug incoming!