He leads the way briskly up to his room: inside, there are a few small stacks of boxes, pre-packed. He hadn't really doubted the answer to his question. His potted plants are in an open box on the table, trailing fragrant rosemary and mint branches out of the top. Kanan's memorial cabinet, which he really had not had the emotional wherewithal to imagine packing on his own, is still on its shelf.

"Get the ones by the door? I think it'll be a few trips, even with two of us."