Scarlett was rushing about the Home, in a bit of tizy trying to clean the place up and get it prepared, in her mind's eye at any rate. truth was the place was fine, but she did it any way. especially when there haven't been an kids in said house in a while. like now for instance. Staff had at one point tried to assure at times like this things were fine. over time they had mostly given up. Meanwhile a mini-van with the kids headed to the home had just picked up the last kid. It ws black and was driven by a social worker, O'Reily had wanted herslf or one of the people working there to do it but got over ruled by CPS, and for once not Mr. Billsworth. So she complied. One occupant, Christinia had her head resting agaist the window and had her ipod playing a song. She culdn't really remember the name but it was alt and her parents hadn't liked it, so it was good for her. she didn't really look since she was semi-convincingly faking sleeping. she wasn't feeling particularly social at that exact moment but would engage if need be.