Dread clutched at Mina's (admittedly cold and dead) heart. Jacqueline wasn't planning on some kind of horrid housewarming party, was she? Mina didn't think she had the constitution to deal with that. It meant people. And pulses. And inane socializing, pretending like nothing was wrong while her world was busy collapsing.

But it wasn't about Mina. No, this was about Jacqueline's life and Mina would be supportive. And less self-centered, if she could help it.

"Aunts love buying shit for their nieces," she said, her accent slipping into cockney just slightly. "Why don't we call this the housewarming gift?"