Home: Roman Part I

Over the next couple of days, Hannah and I visited the Smithsonian Institution, various museums, and memorials, and tried most of the big-name restaurants in Washington, D.C. Marcus and Ed met with us once the following day to get addresses and a general layout of my mansion, the penthouse apartment, and even my office building. I was impressed with the level of detail to which they had planned security, but realistically I should have expected this from FBI agents. By the time our final day in D.C. arrived, Hannah and I were ready to go home.

"We have some planning of our own to do," I told Hannah as we packed our things.

Hannah frowned at me. "What do you mean?" She asked.

"We have to decide if you're ready to move into my bedroom with me," I said, smiling at her.

Hannah scoffed. "As long as your room doesn't smell, or look like a men's locker room, I think I'll be OK with moving in with you."