Keira stands in front of the house, looking up at it with a moving box in her arms. Abby is walking up behind her with a duffle bag thrown over one shoulder.

Keira (internally): Our new home.

Abby glares up at Keira as she approaches and shoves the duffle bag roughly into her sister’s shoulder as she passes. The box falls out of her grasp.

Keira: Ah! HEY!

Abby keeps walking without looking back, and Keira stares after her with hurt and resignation.